Friday, June 09, 2006
Art & poetry by Lauren Curtis, USA
CONE OF POWER
At least 70 of us
All women
All Sophia
Which equals Wisdom.
A ring of interlaced fingers.
Clockwise movement
Courses through us
Like a primordial soup.
The tribe enters
Our souls
Drumming and clapping
Like an electric storm.
The thunder comes
From our voices
Now one voice
In three parts ...
She is here!
Ancient screams
Pass through
Modern lips
Plucking our chords
Like Orpheus.
Bring it down ...
Bring it down ...
It rests on the floor
In the Earth.
Back to her words.
We called it out.
And replaced it.
Grounded again
We are now wiser.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Stamps and Artist Statement by G.T. Byrd, which reads:
"Artist's Statement by G. T. Byrd - March 20,2006 - SPOIL
US Postage stamp depicting an allegory of the freedom that was stolen while you slept
Kidnapped, drugged and sold for a few barrels of oil by the puppet-master Cheney and his shotgun toting gang of greasy goons, Libbie awakens on the backstreets of Baghdad to find herself forced to work a trade for which she is ill-suited. In one long and horrifying moment of clarity, she glimpses a forever-soiled future as just another pumped petrotoy in the cartel's slave pit. Forced to watch her once strong beacon of light fade, she is repeatedly and wantonly abused at the whim of cruel despots, greedy oligarchs and unjust theocrats."
Dan Wild offers up this "literal" translation of Pinky's Poem:
NOT OFTEN
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like throwing up
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like hitting something
Sometimes, but it is not often
I like like "me flinguer"
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like telephoning him
Sometimes, but it is not often
I have some regrets
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like loving
Sometimes, but it is not often
Everything makes me laugh
Sometimes, but it is not often
I shall die.
NOT OFTEN
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like throwing up
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like hitting something
Sometimes, but it is not often
I like like "me flinguer"
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like telephoning him
Sometimes, but it is not often
I have some regrets
Sometimes, but it is not often
I feel like loving
Sometimes, but it is not often
Everything makes me laugh
Sometimes, but it is not often
I shall die.
QUOTEMaybe fairytalesmake us misfitsin reality[Bill Moyers to Joseph Campbell in The Power Of Myth]
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
MAIL ART PROJECT
postcard (10 X 15)
send to: dott.ssa Tiziana Baracchi
via Cavallotti 83/b
30171 Venezia - Mestre
Italy
technic: free
NO DEADLINE
postcard (10 X 15)
send to: dott.ssa Tiziana Baracchi
via Cavallotti 83/b
30171 Venezia - Mestre
Italy
technic: free
NO DEADLINE
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
TOREMY and the Dragon I
I saw the Dragon again last night
But they would not believe me
He yelled "Toremy! Toremy!"
He brought in the old sick dog
I saw the old dog on the road
He dragged and dragged that heavy load
The Dragon's nose put out fire
A big mouth was ready
For little girls or boys
He yelled "Toremy! Toremy!"
But they would not believe me
The old dog died on the carpet
They said I did it
Brought in the old dog
But the Dragon did it
Still they would not believe me.
- Art & poem by Isabel Sturgeon, Canada
I saw the Dragon again last night
But they would not believe me
He yelled "Toremy! Toremy!"
He brought in the old sick dog
I saw the old dog on the road
He dragged and dragged that heavy load
The Dragon's nose put out fire
A big mouth was ready
For little girls or boys
He yelled "Toremy! Toremy!"
But they would not believe me
The old dog died on the carpet
They said I did it
Brought in the old dog
But the Dragon did it
Still they would not believe me.
- Art & poem by Isabel Sturgeon, Canada