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Comment by Guido Vermeulen on June 5, 2012 at 3:11am

YEP! YOU BETCHA !! Am now in the process of reading his LAST and LOST POEMS (edited by Robert Philips); great ones in there!

Nearly wet my pants by laughing when I read

«This is the greatest thing in North America:

Europe is the greatest thing in North America!»

I do not necesaarily agree with that poem but at least someone should have mailed this to GW Bush when he highjacked the White House (LoL).

GV

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on June 4, 2012 at 6:53pm

Art by ART LIKE ART, USA

which I linked with a fragment of a poem by Delmore Schwartz:

The dark bird whispers: Have you understood

How only the guilty can be truly good!

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on June 3, 2012 at 11:42pm

A MAIL ART DREAM.

I am boarding a train, traveling from city to city. On the road other artists join us and we decide to alter the train into a collective art piece,

We are altering the train on a permanent base, constructing, deconstructing and reconstructing again.We use wood, paper, metal, paint, all kind of tools.

On a certain moment the benches are nailed to the ceiling and we start painting the floor. Then the benches go down again but we change the whole composition.

We are not sitting row by row anymore but in squares, circles, ovals, triangles.

In several connecting wagons we make our own maze.

New people board the train with new ideas and we change everything again. We are not freezed in the past or in existing patterns or frameworks.

We have so much fun.

I hear one of Lavona’s grandchildren telling everybody: ART IS FUN.

(Oh, is she on the train 2?!)

Yes, we are all the living proof of that!

Where does this journey goes?

To the mail art village!

We arrive in a strange old village where people all wear clothes of the 18^th centry and are reading mail art letters.

Where is your archive? I ask 2 old ladies.

Lady 1:

That’s the well behind us. It is a mail art well. It is full of art and letters we have received the last 250 years.

Lady 2:

It is a wonder well. It is also our Po Box. We drop in our own mail art and the earth takes care of transportation and destination.

They surface in other wells all over the planet.

Me:

Really?

The ladies in unison:

Yes, Make a well in your own garden or in your own village. You’ll see!

Me:

What about the post office?

Lady 1:

After the last privatization mailing art became outlawed and nobody or only a few people used the private service, so it closed.

Lady 2:

That’s why some us came up with the idea of the wells and it worked!

Lady 1:

We have several wells in the village. This is the Ray Johnson well, we have a Cavellini well.

2 giant African heads are popping from the houses and oracle:

Don’t forget the Cryptic one, the male giant head says.

The Carla Cryptic one, the femail giant head adds.

Me:

Are you from South Africa?

The giants in unison:

Are you nuts, we are from old Madagascar!

Me:

ARAHABA

They:

SALAMA

The 2 Ladies:

Oh you speak the language of the well wel!

Me:

But that’s Malgache!

The giants:

We are the protectors of the wells and this mail art village.

Me:

I must be dreaming again or I am in paradise.

Can I ask for political asylum here?

Lady 1:

We don’t have such stupid procedures here!

Lady 2:

Just do some mail art and you are part of our village.

Me to the other passengers of the train:

Come on, let’s all do this!

The first who respond and act positively are my 2 cats who jump inside the well to play with all the mail art.

Me:

Buzz and Tarantino, where do you come from?

I do not remember taking them with me on the train but there they are.

The giants are smiling. The old ladies are making purring noises 2 to encourage the 2 male cats.

Everybody is applauding. The applause gets stronger and stronger and

I wake up from the noise, in bed and in Brussels and I have the mail art blues.

Comment by yves maraux on June 2, 2012 at 10:11am

http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/50982865?profile...

in Les essais de Montaigne

Comment by yves maraux on June 2, 2012 at 10:08am

At 9:46pm on May 27, 2012   for his http://www.plot49.com

 i posted on John Dee's Page about Taxis from Thunes & Taxis recently i ear about Tunes : this is how it is ( but he wsn't listening) (no care)

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on June 1, 2012 at 2:00am

TREES woodcut from Emilio Carrasco, Mexico,

which I linked with one of my favorite French poets: Jacques Prévert.

LES ARBRES PARLENT ARBRE
 COMME LES ENFANTS PARLENT ENFANT

 QUAND UN ENFANT DE FEMME ET D’HOMME
  ADRESSE LA PAROLE A UN ARBRE
 L’ARBRE REPOND
 L’ENFANT L’ENTEND
  PLUS TARD L’ENFANT
 PARLE ARBORICULTURE
 AVEC SES MAITRES ET SES PARENTS
 IL N’ENTEND PLUS LA VOIX DES ARBRES
 IL N’ENTEND PLUS LEUR CHANSON DANS LE VENT

Comment by yves maraux on May 31, 2012 at 8:22pm

twasheasterday

reggulus

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on May 31, 2012 at 3:22pm

ON A WITHERED BRANCH

A CROW HAS SETTLED

NIGHTFALL IS AUTUMN

Haiku by Basho, art by Jessica Siemens, Canada.

 

Comment by De Villo Sloan on May 31, 2012 at 2:41am

Through an action of collective memory, we reconstructed what I think is a spectacular piece (letter/poem/collage) about Ezra Pound created by Theresa Williams on the M-L blog. It was in danger of being lost or at least dislocated from its original context. Pretty amazing work by TW:

http://minxuslynxus.wordpress.com/2012/05/30/minxus-mail-from-ms-th...

 

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on May 30, 2012 at 2:56am

The Brussels’ park linking Parliament with the royal palace is full of these amazing statues and once I did a huge photoshoot of them; I have them all in a big envelope and thought I have at least to scan one of them because the poem starts with

STATUES IN THE PARK

WEATHER WITH THE SWEET SADNESS

OF VOLATILE TIME

G

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