David Chirot (xxxx-2021)

David wrote on Facebook:

ONCE AGAIN I AM RETURNING--ALWAYS I SEEM TO BE RETURNING--
i fell--SMASH like in truck crash--my head hit the floor so hard--i fell into ells and ever deeper wells of darkness,pooling----blood everhwere--when i came to--i thought some one was murdered--looked for a body--anyway more later--but my memory was shot, near concusion triggered 4 old ones--PTSD--nightmares dreams and suddenly cklear what to do i stated writing painting rubBEing --a miracle i thought i had lot it for ever but now i am working on an essay on the joural from Maroc--SOUFFLES--i used to read with arab friends in paris long ago--more later

recent photo on Facebook.

one hour ago from David on Facebook:

(https://www.facebook.com/david.chirot?fref=nf)

back yet again all worldwide deeply loved and misso depressed enraged near suicidal at not being in youch with you and not being to send other than snailmailtrying to see if can send images aranyl i am preparing for inda watching satyajit ray amonf others reading lotsed"friends" andFRIENDS most special--working on projects all summer--finally got new
--sorry two sentences mixed up dreaming nightly of indian film and work am making for it am sure wiill be made by bengalitsel using me as poor scribe among dust and dung

no news now for some time.....

see : http://galatearesurrection25.blogspot.nl/2015/11/featured-essay.htm...

Though the material of his current work is by no means unfamiliar, it seems that the world of David-Baptiste Chirot’s art could be described as a radically “new world.”  On the other hand, it could be, like the stars we see today with our naked eyes, actually a world whose temporality is nearer the

beginning of the universe.  Perhaps it is a world we have seen previously which we will see again.  Perhaps it is a world revealed by gravity and black holes.  Perhaps it is a “paradis artificiel” spoken of by the poet Baudelaire, a world constituted only as a dream.  Perhaps it is a dead world or perhaps a living world that leads us to life.  Perhaps it is a world of eroticism or else a world of rationality. A world that is random or a world directed by fate.  A world based on sight or a world based on blindness. An “imitation” world, “infinitely deferred”—a world that knows nothing about itself and is capable only of knowing nothing about itself—or  a world whose prodigious imagination, that “lives by truth,” “breaches” its own understanding and continually escapes and rediscovers itself.  Is it a world ruled by “happy endings” or a “chaotic” world of “free will”?  Perhaps it is a failed world of madness or a new born world of vision.  Perhaps.  Perhaps, 

This, then, is the “new world” of David Chirot’s “visual poetry,” one in which, if I may say so, he seems to find himself rather comfortable.  It is a world whose common features go beyond superficial disparity.  This is a world in which logic is our only tool but also our only reality.  In many ways, Chirot agrees with Barthes in terms of the Death of the Author.  Chirot’s work depicts the origins of language.  For  Chirot, the “book” of the ephemeral and the eternal exists a priori in the beautiful and interesting wonderland of the infinite—as it always did.  The journeyman artist-artisan, whom in Chirot’s work is only partially formed, “finds” the the novel, the message, the poem, the Being latent in the metaphysical geology and hard rock of profusion and liberation.  There is no history only “historicity.”  There is no time only “duration.”  Chirot’s visual poetry is the rustic ark of civilization which must continue to aimlessly float upon the flood of its own self-doubt and self-questioning until it once  again finds a place of rest on dry land.  But that resting place is only temporary. In an artwork such as “Poems Without Poets,” Chirot uses “actuality,” the torn up sidewalks, the rugged worn surfaces that remember and memorialize the unfinished lives of “the people,” the sad panorama of the oppressed, murdered neglected masses of humanity, the dropped bombs, the voyages and migrations, the economies of need-versus-death in such a way that the adversity of winds and storms has etched the graphic furrows and “words” into an exposed composition that contains more compassion and “impressions” than any human hand could ever convey.  Like Philippe Soupault’s The Last Nights of Paris, aided by “a prostitute, a sailor, a dog,” Chirot seeks to catch a glimpse of the mutilated, the missing and the dead. 

source: http://galatearesurrection25.blogspot.nl/2015/11/featured-essay.htm...

never giving a conclusive answer, always setting us free, is located in “found” material. 

source: http://galatearesurrection25.blogspot.nl/2015/11/featured-essay.htm...

news on Facebook:

hello everybody everywhere! a long hell being out of touch wit all--missssing u and writing telepathic messages by the minute havedone lots and lots of new art and writing to send out sp immensely happy to be with all of you love and onwo/ards ever!!-dbc

FOR CHERYL PEN IMAGE OUT OF A SUDDEN VISION OF YOU

David was online again on Facebook today. So he's doing well.

AVISUALPOETRY JOURNAL ENTRY FOR 31 AUG--2 SEPT 16--HAD JUST LEARNED FRIEND SAMANTHA SUICIDED--THE SAME NIGHT FRIEND SHAWN MURDERED JUST DOWN THE STREET WHEN TRYING TO HELP FREIND FROMBADBEATING AT HANDS OF "BOYFRIEND" RIGHT IN STREET-SAMANTHA WORKED AT BREWED AWAEKENING WHERRE OFTEN MEET FRIEND VERY EARLY MORNING--SOME OF MY WORKS ARE ON A WALL THERE--BOTH MUCH LOVED IN THIS COMMUNITY--THEY LIVE ON WITH US IN MEMORY DREAM AND ACTUAL PRESENCES OFTEN ENCOUNTERED BY MYSELF AT LEAST--ENERGY IS NEVER DESTROYED SIMPLY TTRANSFORMED INTO OTHER WAYS OF BEING

Rimbaud's Drunken Boat Glimpsed

David Chirot

7 hrs near Milwaukee, WI, United States ·

 

To Close the Eyes is Travel (Emily D.) Journal Entry July 16

David Chirot FOR TRAYVON

David Chirot
6 hrs · Milwaukee, WI, United States ·

Writ essay on SOUFFLES the great Morrocan journal of liberation in the period roughly 1969-72--part of review of limited selections in the journal AUFGABE--also review of their selection of Indian poetry--both pieces at request of the great journal KAURAB--SOUFFLES i read at the time it appeared--introduced to itby Morrocan friends--smoking kif and making up spontaneous songs stories little dramatic pieces--at is in the jornal renates today in so many ways through the Arab world--i found a poem written in Guantanamo that carries on the passion and digntyy--the same pulisation of power of the poems in SOUFFLES--intentionally or not--is living on through a long prolomged subjucation colonization western im[posed dicta alive and well--in a paramilitary prison in Paris i was tortured and place in s stand up coffin next to an Aeab grabbed off the street by a passing BlackMaators masssive criminal mistreatments via every sort of attack, propaganda,hate--people seen not as humans but subhuman--yet look at the tremendous outpouring of poetry music arts thought--the leading SOUFLLES poet spent decades in prison--so many journalists novelists hunted down and killed--by ll sides, with the Isrealis especially doing all they can in the usa and middle east to annihilate education--to threaten and silence professors and writers--whne i first learned of SOUFFLES Ararbs were still being masacred and hunted by the Fren for whom the war in Algeria was--sorry just looked up and this section misplaced in middle of ece--the Arab was beaten to death next to my standing coffin--what happened to me--i lost many days and was found by chance by Dutch tourists barely concious in an aboned grassy area near a dumpsite--iattempted to report to the usa enbassy where i knew some persons--and told that what i spoke of though known of, did not exist, because us relations with De Gaulle et al in a delicate balance--so let the killings go on!!! in the NAME OF PEACE DEMOCRACY the injtertwined American-French histories in Vietnam--whentorture by Americans used learning from French work in Algeria--torture of such kinds used on massive scale in trhe Phillipines until Pvresident Teddy Roosevelt had its use by american troops banned--now it is still in use agaist Arabs--in my essay will be a ooem from Souffles and oine from post 9/11 Gitmorather than listening to, even SEEING--them--the Arabs are turned into a worlwide enemy--meanwhile theusa via Suad9s and Isreal creates ever new terrorist groups working with cia and mosad--the BIGGEST LIES as Hitler said__repeated ov and over become TRUTHS--9//11--the WMDs of Iraq that have unleashed the annihilation of ancinet cultures artifacts histories sciences--yet it is via POTRY that the annihilation is not permitted to be silenced--even as country afterc country i made inhabitable--the date given for the ed of human existence being possible in Gaza is the year 2020--by ahost of world health organizations--still SOUFFLES (which means both breath and inspiration--will clninue to be breathed into the inspiration of a poetry in which the dignity of human beings through ever hell imposed on them--still breathes and sings

visual poetry journal entry 1 sept 16

News from David Chirot on Facebook:

VISUAL SCORE SOUND POEM FOR WORLD WIDE MARCHES --FOR WOMEN--FOR EQUAL RIGHTS--HUMAN RIGHTS--IN FACE OF FASCIST COUP IN USA--
"THEY WILL NOT PASS"

rIMBAUD'S dRUNKEN bOAT VISION-GLIMPSED

Going through things online done in past to recover reconnect to life before the non stop traumatic events of last four or so years intervened--
not to dwell on or in the past--but recall the directions of things--
see if any of interest and use today--
and keep on working
here is one recent one--"Syrian Child"

"Someone's Here" from Death from This Window Series

David published this on his Facebook profile on Feb 4th 2017

FOR SYRIA--
thousands disappearing--tortured--hanged--
in prisons with no light, no water, no food--detained for indefinite infinite time--
then hauled out into some light and hanged in a hury with so many others--
souls that live in chaos--
what is their survival--
daily in one's being to take responsibility of remembering them--

New work by David at the Post-literate:

http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/2017/03/recent-asemic-works-...

David just published several new works on facebook. To archive them to, I republished them here.

10 September--my youngest son Carson David's 16th Birthday!!!
Born in Manhattan--the next morning 9/11 his mother saw the 2nd plane hit Tower--( his mother points out fortunately Carson born in the world BEFORE--)
(image heads a series within asemic book ALEXIA--with brief essay re alexia as opposed to asemia--as methods of composition and in/comprehension so to speak--)
{see online essay by chirot
ALEXIA TO ZAUM On the Road to Unreadability--primarily re Kerouac and Kruchonykh)

Long time Fluxlist member, David Baptiste Chirot has died.

(found this message by Allen Revish on Facebook today!)