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The Little Wooden Boy: The Arts Centre Yesterday
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Tuesday, 9 December 2014. The Arts Centre Yesterday. Baby girl pushes the chair. Across the floor till daddy. Sits his old fed weight there. He lifts her up and she says,. She has her saw. Tooth squealy demand and. He has big fuck off hands. The air's all of a class here:. Man on news says,. I will leave skin flakes on. The table top. Squash crumbs. Coffee cheerless like cheap fags. My face is on fire never being. One of them really.
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The Little Wooden Boy: December 2014
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Monday, 22 December 2014. Back fence second coming clock growls low. Offering a fistful of wet Jesus slips. I used to paint the horizon at the embankment end. There was always too much sky. Below, the wharf with oxide fur on barge remains green smears. Crowmobbed heron pierce air to bleak. Hands dripping with autoimmunity. The skin hospital’s lamps. Dead cygnet bones somewhere. And the nest open mouthed. Boy run off by swan in bestial glory.
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The Little Wooden Boy: October 2014
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Sunday, 26 October 2014. The Christians are a few yards ahead. Green track. Lit through curled ferns. Heather's scent of everything,. Of God entropy. Caer Caradoc: trace of dead claims;. Eretz Cymru. Yesterday he sang, Take me back to. The Black Hills,. In wavering falsetto. Inhuman folds. From before anybody said anything. Empty beech nut. Shell: dead genital mouth. Low weave of branches. Broken shortbread mushrooms. Shat-upon. And go back in.
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The Little Wooden Boy: July 2014
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Sunday, 27 July 2014. Lace lifts up at the window. So the swifts' skinny song. Blood crust colour brickwork. In the relaxation suite. And the bubble tube turns red. Woman in death'shead shirt. Will not turn around. As he drinks up. Chaotic singing throng;. Turn the dark cloud inside out. Quake, all proper persons, quake! A dripping radio says. In miserly rain where some lips. Of Morall counsels, I to bedlam give. Sunday, 20 July 2014. Pins and ...
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E.J.'s Blog: February 2010
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Sunday, February 28, 2010. One of my favorite blogs to read is at the Resilience Alliance. Recently it directed my attention to the abstract for a paper in Ecology and Society. Called Resilience: Accounting for the Uncomputable. Here’s a link to the paper. It made me think that poets and artists and dancers could provide that counter since surprise and the noncomputable are often comfortable places for them to reside as it is integral to their discipline. Sunday, February 21, 2010. Sciart was launched to...
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E.J.'s Blog: July 2009
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Monday, July 27, 2009. Antennnae: The Journal of Nature in Visual Culture. The artist Brandon Ballengee sent a link to the new issue of. Here is Brandon in an interview:. What is most intriguing to me is that the collaboration is not science or art, but this hybrid that Brandon calls "transdisciplinary research.". Here are two other artists Dan Harvey and Heather Ackroyd:. Saturday, July 11, 2009. 1985) It is a collection of essays that Anderson had originally written for the journal Landscape. Here he ...
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The Little Wooden Boy: May 2014
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Saturday, 31 May 2014. We eat ozone flavoured air. Clover's afraid of open mouths. Nobody they're in love. Hear the cuckoo cuckoo:. Primary school woodwind displacement song. Train past Southease Station. Is the wrong line of commentary. Blue green bridge with blue. Green boxes and crosses pretending. River empties somewhere near. I've got my resentment. On in acid colours. It's a day out. Saturday, 24 May 2014. Mad girl reads lesson. Burning b...
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E.J.'s Blog: December 2009
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Thursday, December 3, 2009. Poems Can Stop Bulldozers. The Australian poet John Kinsella has posted a blog at the Poetry Foundation site that is a very powerful statement about the efficacy of poetry, especially in thwarting environmental degradation. What is so striking to me is that in the absence of violence - Kinsella is a pacifist - language is one of the last things one has left to articulate resistance. Poems can stop bulldozers. I can see the poem forming in my head as I am raging against an act ...
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E.J.'s Blog: April 2011
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Friday, April 8, 2011. Some Citations from Amanda Boetzkes' THE ETHICS OF EARTH ART. Hans Haacke : “Make something which experiences, reacts to its environment, changes, is nonstable…Make something sensitive to light and temperature changes, that is subject to air currents and depends in its functioning on the forces of gravity…Make something that lives in time and makes the spectator experience time…Articulate something natural.”(44-45). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). NOISE IN THE FACE OF. Quick On-the-Roa...
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The Little Wooden Boy: Games
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The Little Wooden Boy. Doing things with words and pictures. Sunday, 14 December 2014. Dense ropes from the ceiling are evil. There are teacher monsters. In thick alien cotton. Pervert hair curls. Mouth in a beard. Our thin flammable shirts. English mud sticks fast. Hidden hollow. Of the goals where my boy heart echoes. Give nothing. Let Caesar's tight old bladder. Past the post. Sisyphean medicine ball. Shin kicks and bastard jabs. Walls. Are chromatic ills are rock. Porno slits. TO BEGIN WITH, A Red Sh...
