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Comment by yves maraux on August 29, 2012 at 6:01pm

to prevent my brain to fall apart i made non stop commitment in mine-clearing operations & became a specialist . As the focus was on human exhibit i remember the blond nurse going out of the train on the platform of an indian station  in a Bromfield novel (don't They know that ?) ; i spot & bought second hand La mousson , wrong , was probably in Nights of Bombay !

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 29, 2012 at 10:16am

Another painted envelope as tribute to the Belgian poet Jacques Izoard

Translated fragments of Jacques’poetry

Let’s walked naked in the streets

What they say on blue

will kill the girls

Let’s transform the demolished houses

into boats

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 29, 2012 at 10:14am

New poetry edition by David Stone: THE MEMORY STRAIT with collages on front and back cover by me

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 26, 2012 at 4:49pm

Idea in a notebook for a large work, fusion of collage (image and text) and ink graphics around the abstract drawing of an octopussy including various -isms that created a misery for mankind, without any distinction, despite differences. A call for more freedom, fun, love, healthy anarchy against all kinds of rules and regulations imposed on us by all these -isms, the new suffocating religions of our times!

For more details: visit

http://lamusar.blogspot.be/2012/08/vive-le-fun-love-anarchy.html

A tribute to Emma Goldman

INFO:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_Goldman

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/emma_goldman.html

IF VOTING CHANGED ANYTHING, THEY’D MAKE IT ILLEGAL (EG)

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on August 25, 2012 at 7:20pm

It's a secret, I think. He has never told me when I've asked. :--} 

Theresa, watch your mailbox the next few days.

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 25, 2012 at 6:27pm

Paintings that are a translation in my visual world of some of the DREAM SONGS poem by John Berryman:

1) Life friends, is boring.

We must not say so.

2) In the middle of a short war with his wife,

deep in the middle, in short, of a war,

he could not say whether to sing

3) I brood upon your face,

the geography of grief

(on the suicide of Sylvia Plath)

4) I have strained everything

except my ears

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 24, 2012 at 2:48pm

WALK SOUTHEAST INTO THE GRASS UNTIL A HUGE BIRD APPEARS by Theresa Williams for GV, art and poem

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 23, 2012 at 6:41pm

Collage by Anete Ulmane, Latvia. I named it THE LOST SMELL OF ROSES.

The collage is an echo of a poem I wrote earlier around a large painting. I repeat it below and you’ll see the connection.

THE ABDICATION OF THE EBONY KING

The ebony king abdicated

when captain nature lost its ship

& the smell of roses became

a far-away memory

painted on the walls of a hidden cave

patiently waiting on a sudden discovery

 

Guido Vermeulen

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 23, 2012 at 6:38pm

Poem of Paul Eluard in an English translation and handwritten by Anete Ulmane from Latvia on a mail art envelope to me.

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on August 23, 2012 at 6:36pm

A new friend from compadre BASSO. I remember meeting him in 1997 thru David Stone who said to me: Eric is a genius. YEP, you betcha.

FOURTH EYE.


through a veil of mirrors
fumes as we climbed down to
where headwaters once raced
but found only sand and shells

down from sodden forests
past fish bones etched
in a slab of brittle wood

trees eating the pink wound
in the sky long before it
could begin to bleed

that eye turned inward and
the leather faces squashed
black by time and muck whose
pictures made Freud faint

that crawl space under
the stairs filled with
mouse skulls

we knew the future was
closer now than ever

the dark corner of the cellar
where the world ends

ERIC BASSO
August 23, 2012

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