Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

I fell in love too young

I fell in love too young to know all that existence under threatening skies the limit of my patience is a virtue to be cherished little ones and twos a crowd three monkeys swing high and low down rider on the plains of the desert served after the mainline shoots and leaves without saying goodbye to all that matters not to me myself and I want you so much ado about what I said last to arrive at your destination unknown to science and art intertwined forever in our hearts and minds over matters of the heart and soul dancer in the skies above us and them changes everything now and again you say what you really mean to me all the time and space travel to the city of orange days and purple nights in black chiffon and lace my shoes together we walk together down this road to nowhere man and woman together in holy grail drinking from the cup of chance encounters with strangers in the night of the long knives and forks in the road less travelled too far and away from home is where the heart beats to a different drum and bass caught in a river that flows and ebbs to escape it's past caring about you don't love me you have never loved mea culpa and all that latin festivals that go bang in small doses of life giving medicine that helps I need somebody all the time not just anytime sooner rather than later on this evening when the sun goes down on me forever in my mind that wanders through the twisting lane overtaking the rest of the field where poppies grow and bodies decompose this poem of love me tender is the night before us who wait for a dawn that never comes...

an idea that destroys

an idea that destroys is an 'automatic' poem that endlessly generates different combinations of words and phrases. A homage to Jean Tinguely. You can view the poem by clicking here...

Tubular Crystal Vortex Undulating on a Lava Sunset

Tubular Crystal Vortex Undulating on a Lava Sunset

If you could take a sharp plane to reality, would the curl look a little like that?
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel memories?
Enter flux twirl this is incredibly mesmerizing
I would dare suggest a title for this image
But I find it very interesting Planet Saturn Ring Cycle
A visual experience that we have strongly related to the two dimensionality of technical image
That looks awesome! Worm Hole Bacon z vortex {Coffee, Eggs and Wormholes}
Public Vortex? white noise Quantum Tunnel
Tunnel to My Heart Quantum Decoherence
My colon! makes me think of a guild heighliner from Dune
The act of representing as if it were three-dimensional
An astronomical “Worm Hole” comes to mynd
Without the Riding Valkyries!

by Sheer Zed, Melwell Romancito, Archimadrita Sophrony, Krysia St Clair, Mitch Posada, Simone Leifels, Paul Payten, Lisa Videion, Yvana Samandova, Dean Brink, Ohm Zutt, John Bardakos, Steve Stafford, Margosha Pyke, Pteryx McKenna, Daniel Mcmahan, Carlos Orraca, Ron Smyrski, Vicki Curry and Bob Georgeson

The Summering animated GIF

Stills from the film The Summering

The Summering

A threshold poem of sorts...


Very pleased to have my film and poem 'detached' included as part of the dadabloge event staged by the mobius group in Boston
'detached' began as a cut-up poem in English which was then translated into Romanian and read by Romanian dancer and artist Alina Stefan. As the dadabloge event is a tribute to dada founder Tristan Tzara (known to his friends as 'the little Romanian') it makes a nice connection...and special thanks to Tim Tsang for the loop through to the artists at mobius!

critical engagement

least obviously
intricate web
geometric poem
insistently intervenes

a demarcation
stake out
sacred discourses
strings plucked
within the fabric

texture may
virtually any shape

deepest recesses
whose claustrophobic
is something of an unquiet soul

it will always find ways to return

I just wanted to say... (automatic poem)

I just wanted to say...
I love you
Im eternal....
Hey thanks
in all my life, in all your life, thoughts just fly away, brittle winds throw up your thoughts, nothing left to say
there is room for one more inside
I hope you have a great day!
Many of these things are
that even thought the nature of existence is the one of suffering, we are all in this together.
you were right but it doesn't change the fact that we're about to die. i'm sorry i couldn't give _____ back to you. don't forgive me. let me die with the guilt proferred, weightless and glimmering, zeroes and ones, an echo in the sound.
humanity is great and awful and i want to hug and kill everyone
Geopoliticus Face Alienated
That knowing the time of day...
fuck the unluck of good ppl
Listen learn and try to understand and call out hypocrisy whenever you can
Nothing worse than trumped up monkeys who think they are special
This salmon scanned at ten dollars, but it says nine ninety nine on the shelf

This poem was written by you, or someone, or somebody. It started with a publicly available Google Form promoted through this site and social media. The idea being that you could contribute to an automatic poem. The contributions were completely anonymous. I don't know who wrote what or what country they came from or whether it was many people or just one. Some people have obviously tried to contribute in the spirit of the experiment. Others, well you wonder why they bother. I had an interesting discussion with a software developer a few weeks back who coined the term 'crowd sourced art', which I like as a concept. His experience of such things were that given the chance people were more likely to draw a moustache on a face than use the opportunity to participate in collective creativity. So this is it, without edits or embellishment. There is some beautiful and thoughtful writing which moves me. Great poetry? I think perhaps not. But then, maybe my preconceptions have to adjust to the reality of what now exists. So, I just wanted to say...

The Clouds Move Slowly

Shown at the Museum of Moscow on May 30th 2018 as part of the TYPOMANIA International Festival 2018...

I just wanted to say...

Please write your response. It will be assembled into an automatic poem. All replies are anonymous...

the silence

Sometimes in life there are things you are better off not knowing...

Outside Gloria Jeans in Bega...

it's you pickin' on me day
the fruits of no labours
and indiscretions
gathered in a basket case
of broken limbs and tattoos
the medals of skirmishes
on the wrong side of the law
who are always
pickin' on me

Poem for Peter

We talk of God,
of the way you had lost
and found again.
I do not believe
but I say a prayer.

We talk of angels,
Sara, Josie, Ruby, Matt
At the gates of hell
They watch over you
Never judging the sins of the past.

We talk of family.
She says he's like his father,
He says I'm like my mother.
Between them we sit.
The parents we rarely had.

We talk of the sea,
In all of us it is as deep as the ocean.
Breaks, wipeouts, waves
erasing memories,
The causes of our emotion.

When you visit a dying man
Do you say hello or goodbye?
These are precious moments,
I say hello
and we talk.

super flumina Babylonis

Top of my playlist at the moment is this recent release by Hyaena Fierling (aka Ana Cordeiro Reis). This multidisciplinary artist continues to intrigue me with her mysterious sounds rooted in a deep reflective intellectualism, but please don't let that description distract you from donning the headphones (or slotting out the credit card to support independent creativity)! I was honoured to be able to use her work in the emotive and passionate 'Why is this happening?' video a few posts back. Hope it's not the last collaboration...

You can visit her website here... 

ReArtVision had to happen eventually. Bega catching up with the rest of the world that is. If not quite there yet with aesthetically pleasing architecture then at least the germ of a creative 'movement' that has been propelled by the current (and inaugural) Festival of the Face, an offshoot of the now national, and lucrative Shirley Hannan Portrait Award. And a major part of the transformation has been the 'occupation' of the old Retravision electrical retail store into a multidimensional art space.

Saturday night saw an 'event', hopefully among the first of many, where the pictures on walls concept was augmented by performance, films and music. And an opportunity for me to have some of my videos projected on the 'big' screen. Many thanks to Richard Maude and Tony Dean for making it all happen...

The space transformed

Musician Dr Chris Korvin at the 'operating' table

Some of my photomontages

Still from 'Black Red White'

Still from 'Black Red White'

Still from 'Broken'

You can follow Festival of the Face on Facebook here...

e.e. cummings reads 'anyone lived in a pretty how town'

One of my absolutely favourite poems read by the man himself....

who is anonymous waves?

UPDATE (March 1 2014) Since this article was first published the blog known as Bob Georgeson has been transformed into the anonymous waves website, therefore some of the ideas have been superseded and the links below may no longer work. The article has been left intact for archival reasons.

Well it's me (sort of), but that doesn't explain why. The idea started back in late 2012 after discussing aspects of collaboration with emptywhale. I had been impressed by what seemed like the growing number of creators working across different disciplines, and while musicians were often used to collaboration as a matter of course, it was largely infrequent among visual artists. With an increasing interest in audio-visual creations such as video I felt that to publish works under my name alone was a disservice to those whose work I 'appropriated'. The idea 'gelled' rapidly with the discovery of UbuWeb and the Internet Archive and the Creative Commons licensing principle, which enabled me to work with 'found' footage and sounds. A logical progression from my previous work in photomontage, and where my love of music could now come to the fore. The name anonymous waves comes from a line of the Francis Picabia poem 'Anecdote', pulished in 1918:


You see, I am crazy to imagine it
I am a man with nimble fingers
Who wants to cut the threads of old pains
False folds in my anxious brain
History in arabesques memories
I am only happy on the open sea
Where one goes further
On anonymous waves

Francis Picabia, from Poèmes et dessins de la Fille née sans mère 1918

The first cut of the website came into existence as a 'visual poem' loosely based around the poem, and used a variety of images, both my own and public domain. It also assumed a level of web browser knowledge of the user and content was there to be 'discovered' rather than 'fed'. While I liked the site it seemed that very few others shared my enthusiasm! During 2013 I also started a Netlabel housed on the Internet Archive, the idea to have a repository for all my collaborative work. I had been unhappy with the template restrictions of this blog in the way that my videos were embedded and displayed, so decided to rebuild the anonymous waves (a/w) site as a 'front end' for the Archive repository. Getting a .org domain name was easy, mapping it to the site less so (are you listening Google?).

And so the build began. I had envisaged that as a/w developed that this present blog (and Bob Georgeson) would be subordinated and fade off into the blogosphere, but ah, the best laid plans! Just as soon as I planned this I started getting a lot more cross postings and traffic. Popularity is very hard to ignore let alone dismiss. The outcome of all this? There is a role for both sites. This blog continues much as it has over the past two years (24,000 plus page views in that time) while the a/w site is the front end for future creative pursuits, and I hope further and future collaboration with some of the extraordinary artists and musicians I have met in that time.

The anonymous waves website is simple in structure with minimal text (cynical readers might breathe a sigh of relief!). The Video page is roughly sequential and makes available the films at a good presentation size (you can go to the Internet Archive by clicking on the I/A icon should you wish to download the files). The Art page comprises graphics created at 640x640 pixels (CD size) for free use and the offer of design and typography skills. The Music page is stuff I listen to, and am influenced (and inspired) by, predominantly in video format and includes such gems as Dizzy Gillespie, Marcus Miller, Marilyn Mazur, emptywhale and Hyaena Reich to name a few. The Projects page lists current ideas and their status like the anonymous waves shopfront proposal. The Writing page is poetry I like and has the 'not to be missed' sound file of e.e cummings reading his masterpiece anyone lived in a pretty how town. Contact details are there (you can also follow us, and be followed, on Twitter), and finally The Other Side, a gallery of suitably deranged influences and hero worship. Bunuel, Arp, Picabia and the patron saint of the site Ulrike Meinhof.
In a time of a global push to the far right Ulrike's knowing look reminds us of the price of freedom...

And why do all this? Well, exposure on an international level, making art available (for free) to a wide range of people, challenging oneself, subverting the traditional power structures in the art and music worlds are a few reasons, but most of all because it's fun. Ideas for collaboration welcome... 

kaspar is dead

You can download the (higher definition) files here:

You can view all the videos on the Internet Archive here...