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Literature and Art

For people who read and enjoy good literature--literary classics or literary contemporary and like to make art about it.  Using literature as inspiration for our art.  Also for people interested in writing letters about literature.  This is also a meeting place for The New Arzamas Literary Circle, which is dedicated to writing creative letters on literary topics. 

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Handmade Ezra Pound (Ezruckus Poundamonium) paper doll for a series of skits in which E.P is the main star. --Theresa Williams

 

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Automatic writing by Nancy Bell Scott.

 

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One of a set of cards made while contemplating the poet Theodore Roethke.  On November 12, Roethke suffered the first of what was to be many mental episodes.  It happened in the cold Michigan woods, and he described the experience as having a "secret" revealed to him, which he said was the secret of "Nijinsky."  Nijinsky was a famous ballet dancer who was institutionalized for schizophrenia.  With your permission, I'd like to post your artwork at my blog:  The Letter Project.   I'm also looking for letters about literature and creativity.  All works from the blog have gone through the postal system.

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 gentili Signori poeti e artisti visivi, sono felice di far parte di questo gruppo.Ecco il perchè.Da sempre il mio lavoro cammina tra immagine e parola.Testo e materia visiva.Poesia e carta dipinta…Continue

Started by Alfonso Filieri. Last reply by Theresa Ann Aleshire Williams Jul 12, 2011.

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Comment by Guido Vermeulen on January 23, 2012 at 6:47pm

New REBEL poem by David Stone with as title

                THE MUZZLE CAST

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on January 17, 2012 at 3:51pm

Received a new poem by David Stone today (for the REBEL project)

Reference in the poem to Paul Celan's Todtnauberg poem)

 

RECENT HISTORY

 

I paid cash

for the restored

cabin.

Stranded faces

streamed outside,

avoided overstaying

night stories,

swam in winds.

Munched caws

herded cellwelts

in woods.

Owls and weasels

avoided the oil

stream, strummed

winged instruments.

Tagged shoes,

puddles, shovels,

iced lips tangled

in metal links.

The calculations

of recht shifted

in the voice stream.

 

 

 

 

David Stone, USA

11 January 2012

 

 

Comment by Rebecca Guyver on January 4, 2012 at 10:04pm

There is a Haiku swapbot that I joined earlier in the week...

http://www.swap-bot.com/swap/show/108972

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on January 4, 2012 at 8:02pm

Classic haiku even (5 / 7 / 5 structure os syllables that I even respected in the translation; in English syllables accepted as sounds, so time (taaim) is only one);

other ingredients that makes this classical haiku: observing nature, mentioning of the seasons and a jump to a higher level of consciousness).

Miche is into haiku since decades, even before mail art.

I replied with a painted envelope with haiku (visible on lamusar but without the translation, here I cannot do this in the 5/7/5 scheme, which a lot of Japanse do not respect themselves; the end result has to be 17 over 3 lines but that is another discussion)

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on December 29, 2011 at 7:30pm

HERONS TOGETHER
ALSO ON A NEW YEARS DAY
PROTECT PASSING TIME

(GV for translation of Dutch haiku card 2012 by Miche Art Universalis, Belgium)

Comment by Rebecca Guyver on December 27, 2011 at 6:31am

So little time to read but when I begin I become obsessed. A Happy Marriage is an exquisite book I learned about while listening to a NY Times or Guardian podcast while walking my dog, or cleaning my office.  I ordered it and thought I'd give it to my husband as an anniversary present. It is the story of two people in a marriage from one person's point of view, remembered, as one of them dies  You know what will happen, it's about the nuance and the levels of understanding.  I identified with both characters. When I began this mailart I wasn't sure what I wanted to say but I felt a profound need to respond visually. I was 'on the road' with my extended family with few materials, cornered into making a quick response for my mailart 365 project.

The novel is by Rafael Yglesias and was inspired by elements from his own life. Do you send each other cards?

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on December 26, 2011 at 11:54pm

Hi Theresa,

No. He’s a correspondent since years but we never met. My personal contacts are limited to the London scene and that is already al lot!

Guido

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on December 26, 2011 at 2:58pm

About Simon: he mailed me a large painting folded as a book for the book of Ann, largest mail art contribution I ever received,


quite incredible in fact!

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on December 16, 2011 at 3:51am

Large painted envelope for Laurence Gillot in France.
Around poem fragment from Jacques IZOARD, from the collection PIEGES d AIR, published by LE FRAM editions Belgium (a magazine also publishing books, from another friend of mine and a great poet 2: Karel Logist)

Translation of words on the painted envelope:

Do not cry anymore
Pretend to whisper
that the thread of water
has slashed your veins

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on December 14, 2011 at 10:21pm

Woman caught between rocks and trees

Dedicated to Kerri Pullo and Simonne Pauwels

She eats a sandwich made of stolen sea food

Worms in driftwood wanna speak to you,

she says with a swift waitress voice

to the smallest sea coast she ever saw.

In the bedroom he plays Bach because

nobody else will warm these sheets of music.

She wears an angel on her hat, goes thru his head,

because her heart swims with the dreams of disappearing fish.

I’ve buried my eyes under the giant roots of trees,

they are almost a thousand years old, he tries to explain in vain.

I’ve buried mine in rocks, she simply sings

with a seductive mermaid voice to make peace between them

as soft as possible and as understanding as the sounds of spoon and room.

He acts with hidden words instead of uncovered leaves:

I did not know rocks were almost mirrors in the golden sun!

This sentence feels quite like a quiet kiss of autumn on my lips,

such an aria and echo of her soul looking for the holes in bones.

He simply smiles.

She takes one of the rocks to show him it smiles back

Waves intervene in the debate

Wonder how to show them how to really kiss

How to kiss their naked bodies without drowning

both of them at once

How to breathe like these yielding trees near the beach,

this beach were both of them were born in different decades.

Guido Vermeulen

December 2011

Photo by Kerri:

 

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