[from: the Loss Lieder]
the worst are full of passion ate them in tents, itty
bitty nonsense yawn stabilize worthless values?
valse use value, exchange in yr free marked-up
systemization branding flocculent & leaving
in ranch barred all howdy dust poured
into intro P: reality show as 101, digital con version, meaning
cross-platform bland-creation, oops, stepped between
the 3rd rail at who? everyelse, allows for social
media utilization, loud scream gifts you
that soldier’s triangulated narrative Dis coursing thru the
vanes the whether, the don’t need a man to fish
in a bicycle rust ammo dump truck sleazing
that’s how everyone knows in the city
emracing the new domesticated violence,
monuments exist marking grand geometric lines
leading from twitters to contempt for twang
lug over to where ya spill yer guts
patrol on a dim wall, mentionless to menschen or
measureless to mammoths at least, oh and while yer at it
art in public spaces reeks of Samonite locked elitism
or is that a satellite licked E Lite schism? well,
i’m sure where you’re listening, the walls ring
almost as much
the snail’s dodering across the lay of the land
the whine of the country cricrossed by loopy & oblate
babble-lines Oh let’s just gavel that session forgotten
shifting gears into cog nightive daylighting—
On April 1, the APG participated in the Bruce Andrews 25-Hour Twitter Project, an interactive performance piece that stretched across an entire day and included as many participants and media formats as America's favorite social media platform could support. Described by its curator, Maria Chavez, as a "sculptural documentation" and a "real-time archive of Bruce Andrews' current poetic writing and the responses it elicits in real time", the enterprise was irresistible to us for many reasons. Many of us have been either fans or even full-fledged students of Andrews' work for many years, and of course we found ourselves more than simpatico with the intermedial thrust of the piece, its radical openness, and its emphasis on collaboration and group composition. Also, April 1 seemed like a fittingly foolish day for the APG to release its first Twitter pigeon, so there ya go.
The project's Twitter account quickly became a site of reflection, refashioning, remixing and re-imagining of Bruce's 300-part poem "Improper" as its staccato bursts of 140-characters-or-less passed through various hands. Tweets were usually accompanied with links to the project's SoundCloud page where you could hear Andrews read the material. Once we were underway, I mainly just contented myself with riffing on Bruce's tweets as I reposted them, responding to, say, Andrews' "one beast cross-tool in full queer. Reading it made us all less incompetent" with "Reading it made us all less incompetent. Midwife as voyeur to beast? Apes in parallel, or stereo-perp a hot mess", etc. Or else I dropped slaphappy one-liners that echoed bits of Bruce like "my swastika nacho drips with porn" as I got drenched in the wave of socio-politically pointed mutations-of-utterance that "Improper" seemed design to release. Lots of other folks did similarly snarky, off-the-cuff things, and many were cogent and artful, but it was especially cool when a few participants got a little more ambitious with the pictures they posted and the recordings they uploaded. Along those lines, there was a widespread and enthusiastic reaction to the manner in which my fellow apgista James Sanders chose to respond.
|Iteration #9 of the "Epiimproper" series|
|Iteration #10 of "Epiimproper"|
In any case, what's motivated this post--just as much as our post-game enthusiasm and gratitude about getting to play productively with Bruce and his fellow travelers--has been the opportunity to make public some of the recordings the group has done in bringing the "Epiimproper" series from the mute page into vocal performance. I've provided several recordings below, paired with the pages of James' work they bring into sonic action. The ones I did are fairly straight-ahead, hewing pretty closely to the formal line of the epiphyte since I generally wait for Andrews' voice (lifted from SoundCloud) to "activate" my reading and send me spinning around the lattice. But they're conservative next to Austin-area performance artist/poet and APG alumnus Jeff Dahlgren's takes on the material, which incorporate a lot of digital effects and get especially awesome when other Austin-based performers sit in with him. I don't know who these other guys are, but, hey, that's what blog comments are for, I guess. Anyway, it's been absolutely fun remixing Bruce with this crew. Hope you enjoy listening!
|Epiimproper # 8|
jselv's reading: "privately pink post-talk" (sans Bruce)
Just received word that frequent Atlanta Poets Group collaborator David D'Agostino's exhibition BLUBBERLAND: Colorless Colorado will open next Friday, April 25 at the Edge Gallery in Denver. A collaboration with Mickie Boyd, David's exhibition features the contribution of many other artistic players as well, including the APG this time around. Ever since David moved to Colorado, we've enjoyed throwing in bits of text from time to time in support of his inter-medial, often site-specific extravanganzas.
From the event invite: BLUBBERLAND is...
an "intermedia carnival composed of wood constructions, burnt panels , tar, oil, animal tails, claws, lard, bones, sewn forms, crystals, rubber, rocks, sand, salt, homemade candies, fermented fruits, and poetry shards.
What?? Poetry shards...like maybe somebody took a hammer to Keats' urn? Who would do such a thing? My stars. Otherwise, since I know next to nothing about D'Ag's latest beyond what I just cut & pasted here, I'll shut up. Not much I can say beyond, "hells yeah, David!" But I plan on following up, so if recordings or pics from this event surface, I'll make sure to repost them here."Blubberland displays the iridescent and opaque character of the Colorado landscape—an historic territory mythologized as the ‘Colorful’ state, yet imminently devolving as an epicenter of climatic disaster pivoted by endemic pine beetle kill, massive forest fires, mountain traffic coagulation, and REI fashion schemed athleticism."
western odd is sling fest untuned maybe
is there someone there i can speak to about
the complete lack of positive direction in this universe?
not even uni, more a partisan gang in filtration
particulate removed blinkerdom look away
the urban south ain’t got stars
red carpet drenched fulla fueled re-get lacking its R
& backed up @ rush (our)
long to the slip grits maybe time happens
a loudshouter irrit-hacker quick-marching thru marshes
a thrower gets flamed
right in the middle of alt fingering,
or scoop slips on table-ratted slope grouting
.... if cling, then sing, or Macedon,
outa which Alex whined about worlds—
bawl yer multiverse out:
just one verse being worth an anapest twist-tie
for taking out the prosed rash ..
sadness ain’t worth it, it’s
over in the content we vend
(words needing kithara strum replacement therapy ..)
then if ya get too upper case,
the lowing classes with cud syllabic
just might nick verbs
from out of this 2-year sentence, &
give ya a slight
re-naming procedure ....
like snoring with yer windows open & seeing grey
mushy things go slanking around
the rough tree leans
Hey Atlanta people. The Atlanta Science Festival starts March 22. During that week there are some cool art-science events around town. One of those takes place at the Fusion Gallery on Monday, March 24 from 6-9. It's the kickoff for an exhibition by Craig Dongoski called "The Sound of Art". The APG (well Zac and James anyway) will be performing with Craig as part of that event. Zac will be playing violin and James will be playing language. There will be also be brain waves playing. So stop by and watch us do our thing.
Here is a little more info: http://www.atlantasciencefestival.org/events/event/525.
Gets angry whips around, assembles
not quite dispensables anchored w flip oxy—
cold fish call for slap-yappy newsprint:
agency breaks in to Sir Veil our you;
all across flip lash scurries dim hint..
cereal killer chokes her wheat e’s with moxie !
being camera’d, yr nod grumbles:
just a season since a minute grew
Then the ents get formidable by burning
a nonbreaking space as the cone re-enters
our altered atmosphere;
weapons will always be with you—churning
of course, & renting the centers...
A shrugging life-history, flat/clear
disarticulation involves the writing of new smiting-systems
a dark just as there are no more stars scrutinizes
light pollution (which is a heavy pollution)
which is lost if it’s pulled apart but this is primarily
the result of and the novas are tamed
embark on a culture moving thru the undergrowth
except that’s an image, an approach to dissection
or to desiccation something you can attach
even though these things are all said in Caesar’s dialect
interesting dark, too, not that there is any longer, and this
and the archeologists who study it they study morning