I Know a Man
by Robert Creeley ~ détourned by Steve Finbow As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—Jorn, I sd, which was not his name, the…
by Robert Creeley ~ détourned by Steve Finbow As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—Jorn, I sd, which was not his name, the…
We know that patriarchy and its neoliberal offspring have destroyed the planet and quite nearly destroyed us, and we know that the answer to this path of destruction lies in unlocking the secrets of the brujas and the xamans and connecting with Mother Earth and tuning our lives to Her.
There’s a plight being delivered. She has a fetish for being the final historian, the final cultural avatar, she feeds the need and hence must take the persona of goddess, a tragedian and cremator of worlds. In a world of diffracted male fact she becomes a curator of new worlds. It’s a heavy responsibility bearing distress, loneliness as well as good bourn. She builds using memory, imagination and exterior English, that is, a language that remains out of touch with both itself and her cerebral thoughts. The collection reads like a long message in a bottle, from someone who lives elsewhere, and knows more than what would be found in a normal message or letter.
The texts are multidimensional throughout, leaping off the page, not nestling comfortably within the whiteness, ‘sculptures that looked nothing like words’ as Anonymous states or words that burn and dance as Tanya Zeifer intones. There is Blakean joy and mysticism in these works, fused with a synchronic understanding of language in the internet era.
Octavio Paz knew something when he said poets were parachuting over the ‘post-babelic’ ruins somewhere off the main highway – or maybe that was the Chilean Vicente Huidobro’s Altazor. Negritude, existentialism, lettrisme, Dada, Oulipo, Fluxus, situationism, magical realism, feminism, post-colonialism are all creation stories and etiologies, defeating volcanos and assigning new destinies, eating new Gods. It’s a poetry Stewart Home would recognize as living now, dying later.
Red Temple and CREATRIX Magazine invite you to celebrate 3 new collections of poetry: “Birds of Equinox” by Jana Astanov, ( ) by Jeremy Slater, and “Hysterical Surrealism”, an anthology of prosetry edited by Tony Oats.
We already burned off our mortality when the Sun was progressing through Libra so now we need to deal with the ashes as it is indeed the Scorpio’s realm. Life, death, rebirth – we harness the transformative intensity to redefine and readjust to our soul’s highest purpose.
Performance art by Nikola Fornoni25th October 9:30Grace Exhibition Space182 Avenue C, New York, New York 11206 Dancing on nature is a collective performance that…