drawing to write with efwr*

*Heracleum sphondylium. I was drawing the seeds... and using ink to text on one note.
When I have finally sorted the text that emerged I will record it

 

The lightning tawny owl - spoken word

when buying some old photos I bought a bag of paper for collage. I used all the words except "kong". I wrote it out and punctuated it. Then I turned it into an alphabetical list - then I "poetised" the list - put into lines but still alphabetical. I left out one word: Kong
Below is a photo of the words of the 3 parts - and a mistake of the list that turned sideways looks - well you can see. I found it interesting to see how the three bits "looked" when recorded.
You will need to click on the photo as it is either small or escapes beyond the edges of the post...

 

 

 

 

I made the collage/image as a card for a dear friend's birthday

wet in June

such wetness now subsiding in the air but the grasses and plants still fall full of wet droplets. chaffinch song tumbles as if a Jacob's ladder.

safle bws, the strand

Raindrops on the steady flow of river; the scent of wallflowers over the edge; red valerian budding: waiting for the bus on the Strand.

 

the dislocated effect of the quantum world – is real without a doubt

when I will receive this it was wrapped in a wave of folded space in time. it previously requires a tight pinch to be sense for the present.

Whitby arriving

Sunset caught in curling drifting cloud and fog on dark velvet moor. Red brick buildings made richer by the light, windows shine orange back at the sun.

 

 

 

ps a prose haiku is my accidental invention: 35 syllables 7x5....

Spring

A great tit throws his song about regularly paced but at odds with everything. Low sun through birch trees, through windows – no flicker, the air is still.

leaving out a space

Post infuriating in pale-ish grey

Start

a short spoken word piece for the new year
first used in a performance in 1999 performed in Osnabruk

response to Text Festival Bury - in it, getting there, around and about

Currently the Text Festival is on at Bury Art Gallery and Museum
This post is a little delayed...I went to the opening night and the events on Saturday.
A bit of an adventure really - up to Lancaster by train. Then down to Bury by car via 20 mile detour. Then Saturday's journey by train and bus. I do not do these things lightly - health and UV have to be considered [an annoying condition of photosensitivity leaves me often looking like a bandit]

So words being one of my favourite materials to work with I have created a document combining things over heard and observed on the journey and in the gallery - these then include written and spoken word pieces by other artists.

A LINK TO THE DOCUMENT
within the document there are many more links to artists mentioned - there are some pictures too.

The spoken word version - of course no pictures except of the wonderful tactile text invite

 

the bit I left out:
green on grey
grey on green
green against grey
green grey verge road trees sky

A piece of writing from last year's Untitled Holy Hiatus

Last year I did the 6 hour work without Lou. My health was not good. I decided to take in my laptop - with only access to write - no times visible, in case I wanted to write as I was there.
the result can be found by following THIS LINK

There was a projection in the space - the overlaying of black & white cctv footage from 2008 and 2012

Extract:

In not in here not here.

Feet object to use. I see much of myself on video preparing for the first time. Bill, Ann – Ann also on the overlay of last year – Liz vacuuming. Lou, even Lou, spreading the words over the floor.

No one came in with the bell – the recording of sound is a few minutes ahead of time today and the video far behind. The voice rings out – I get distracted wondering if they have put thyme on the pebbles that arrived in the nick of time.

I have put a bee out of the window, not a bumble not a honey some other bee. The window is now closed.

I see me in close canon 2008 2012 feet almost planted all together.

THIS IS A LINK TO SPOKEN WORD VERSION - I use the airing cupboard as a recording studio but the bats are now a bit noisy and their scamper & chatter can be heard

hello! P&P

made for Salon de Textes Edition 2
artists were asked to respond to recordings made by those who were performing on the evening of April 11th 2014
This is my response to Mark Leahy's hello! this is a test

Initially I turned the document into a book - tied with red silk ribbon and matching my own works based on Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice.





this is a link to the document

now I have recorded it:

extracted from W.B. Yeats for John Sharkey

I read this at the event, after the funeral, at Canolfan Byd Bychan, Aberteifi


dedicated to John Sharkey: poet, writer, artist 1936 - 2014


Mindplay: an anthology of concrete poetry editor (Lorimer 1971)
Celtic Mysteries. The Ancient Religion (Thames & Hudson, 1975)
The Road Through the Isles (Ashgate Publishing, 1986)
Ogham Monuments in Wales (Llanerch Press, 1992)
Pilgrim Ways: Grand Pilgrimage to St.Davids (Ancient Landscapes, 1994)
Celtic High Crosses of Wales (Gwasg Carreg Gwalch, 1998)
The Meeting of the Tracks: Rock Art in Ancient Wales (Gwasg Carreg Gwalch, 2004)
The Medicine Tree: Traditional Healing in Wales from Prehistory to the Present (Llanerch, 2009)

Ode to Stephen Berg #2

created with three Stephen Berg poems. Using a system to retrieve words then punctuating as seemed appropriate. [see ode #1]


A LINK TO THE TEXT

we community

Written in response to a comment from Dr. Veronica Sekules [Deputy Director & Head of Education & Research: Sainsbury Centre for the Visual Arts] at the engage[1] conference

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[1] engage: the national association for gallery education www.engage.org

A LINK TO THE WRITTEN TEXT

from the inside of the follow on piece to the previous post

My unexpected alone only suffers being I.

I’m keep writing and...

Feels, saw, looked, could rock face stare back;

its it open the a sky;

the children sat seeing there from worldless the cries here,

not red fire in voices: a the from inside everywhere.

Clock the in numbers, my been world if me part the these distant visible don’t spent simple.

Loss, mostly astonishing, says matter heart.

A I my these betrayed nothing now the see vacant light years.


link to previous post

Ode to Stephen Berg #1

The formatting on Blogger is annoying and difficult...so
A link to the written work

and the spoken piece

in progress

A LINK to a document - a work in progress. I think I will record it read aloud, it might become less work in progress then.
I'm making this link because I get frustrated with formatting on blogger! And the writing is then as I experience it - on an A4 page [in this case] of sorts, despite being a screen and the size of the page is mutable

identity

when is a line a drawing? when is it a string of words? what does it say? how does it say it? does it hang just outside comprehension? pegged onto dreams and missmelled memories?

leaf & feather

the thin line between leaf & feather.
skin. surface. scribe.
feather. leather. leaf.
quill. vellum. page