From: radmeow
Subject: response poem
Date: April 26, 2008 2:57:23 PM EDT
To: olindsann, warrenfry, tomislav
hacienda irrevocably wrote a response poem to warren and olchar's performance of
'A Society Function for Snakes and Marmosets'
feel free to recite
or wait until it is recited upon you
see attachment
attachment:
{{ response piece to 'A Society Function for Snakes and Marmosets'
as performed by warren frye olchar lindsann
entitled: parapalegic peace-burger
by: hacienda irrevocably
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symbols and punctuation provided should either be pronounced as sound
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usage should be kept consistant throughout
but no direction is provided for their use
blank key provided for notation
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Showing posts with label David Beris Edwards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Beris Edwards. Show all posts
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
FIDDLESTICKS 4 VIDEOS !!!
Here at long last is the video from FIDDLESTICKS 4!! Olchar's report below contextualizes this installment's events, which acquired a certain consistency.
Warren, Olchar, and Tomislav perform a four-part text by Tom Taylor.
Alex performs his piece Close it Closet.
Reports and Documentation of FIDDLESTICKS 5 as soon as we can manage to find time to get it up here!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Olchar's Report for Fiddlesticks #4
This one was quite a journey (aren't they all).
It began for me on the Friday night, working with Tsubasa to (finally) get Angee's floor tiles installed in the space. In many ways, putting on these kinds of shows and events are simply an excuse to get to prepare them with each other (in many ways the opposite is true as well, of course). Usually this preparation is pretty frenetic, in the earlier stages we're all brainstorming excitedly in a dozen different directions, in the latter stages running about like chickens with our heads lopped off, trying to salvage whatever is going to happen from the ruins of what we'd planned to happen even as those ruins continue to fall down upon us, all adreneline and (pointless) purpose. This has been for me one of the most durable and characteristic experiences of Post-Neo, whether with Catharsism of Narcotica in Ohio, with the Itinerant Mirror in England, with the Fiddlesticks shows here.... So it was particularly nice to install these with Tsubasa in a completely different manner, talking quietly and calmly as we both knelt on the floor, tearing off smaller and smaller pieces of tape as the roll disappeared; and an opportunity to take in at least a bit of his sensibility as he patiently compared tiles, grouped and regrouped them, placing each one with a care that made me feel a bit of the barbarian (bar bar bar).
The performances for this installment evolved in unexpected ways. We'd known a couple weeks in advance that Alex would be performing that night, but didn't know what he would be doing (we'd rather get to experience the piece like everyone else); and as of a week or so before we'd planned to do a set of Post-Neo Simultaneous Poems. Then we learned about Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat's illness.
We'd already done the Familiars' Hospital the week before, an undertaking that shows how some of us have come to relate to these inanimate rubber ids; and now a similar situation had struck us not with familiars, but with pets--not entirely different, but: alive. And in it David had suggested a Medicinal Poem; so this was added to the schedule for Saturday. A poem to read to everyone here, both written by and dedicated to a rat in England who could never read or write it (despite having done so)--and a gesture of friendship and empathy between two far-flung communities.
A couple days later, we learned of Tom's illness; and in the notion of the Medicinal Poem that David had put forward on behalf of a beloved pet on another continent, we found one form through which to materialise our concern, gratitude, and friendship to to this man on the other side of our own continent, whom none of us has met in person but with whom a number of us have collaborated, corresponded, and engaged with as readers. And so we added to Saturday's event a performance of a text Tom had sent me to play around with a few months ago.
So Saturday arrives, etc. etc. forgot we don't have key-cards etc. the printer doesn't etc. etc. etc. where's etc. etc. which ones should etc. etc. etc. etc. Oh shit, we thought you meant a digital etc. etc. etc. etc., and we prepare for the poetic chain-gang we had planned for Mr. Ball-Rat's medicinal poem: Warren reading it aloud from David's blog in the computer lab, shouting it to me standing in the doorway, shouting it in turn to Tomislav who finally delivers it to our guests in the gallery via Dave Hartke's puppet. (This mirrors a piece we had done in England a couple years ago at the Itinerant Mirror Cabaret: Warren had called in from the States to David Edwards at the desk of King Ludd bookshop; they eventually ended up downstairs in the basement where Natalie Waldbaum had to act them out.) It is as we are about to read the poem that Warren learns from that blog that Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat had just died. And so the poem became a Funereal Poem or Anti-Eulogy (a rodent Adonais); delivered with great aplomb by Dave's puppet.
Then it's onto the simultaneous poems--now pared down to only two, one by David (we did a few more at Fiddlesticks 5, which you'll see eventually) and one by Tom. Great fun as always; I think I've performed David's 'Society Function...' four or five times and have never to this day managed to gather the apple and nearly-empty-fast-food-cup-with-a-straw that the score calls for.
Then Tom Taylor's texts; Warren, Tom and I had scored them for three voices, treating each section differently, using techniques quite different from those of the simultaneous poems we'd just performed: performing them as canons, reading in different directions, following various visual cues--following the approach of the Be Blank Consort, many of whom have known and worked with Tom for decades. The texts were great fun to do; I'd like to read more Taylor aloud when I have the opportunity.
And finally there is Alex's piece, which turns out to be a very touching and understated vignette on the death of his grandmother. It manages to be simultaneously very direct--it is what it says what it is (yes), and it has an immediate emotional impact--and also quite readably indirect--we only hear his responses as he talks on the phone, not wanting to talk about it, yet, at least. And it gathers together the theme/s that have, gradually, turned into a very sad week, and affirms that, nonetheless, it can be dealt with, and that somehow, indeed, it seems to have tied itself together.
And as usual, most of us remained behind for hours afterward, ordered pizza and ate it in Jamie's studio; at one point Alan's remaining City Poems were retrieved from the gallery and passed around again; etc etc etc., far into the night.
And then onward to Fiddlesticks 5--reports and documentation when we can! Huzzah!
It began for me on the Friday night, working with Tsubasa to (finally) get Angee's floor tiles installed in the space. In many ways, putting on these kinds of shows and events are simply an excuse to get to prepare them with each other (in many ways the opposite is true as well, of course). Usually this preparation is pretty frenetic, in the earlier stages we're all brainstorming excitedly in a dozen different directions, in the latter stages running about like chickens with our heads lopped off, trying to salvage whatever is going to happen from the ruins of what we'd planned to happen even as those ruins continue to fall down upon us, all adreneline and (pointless) purpose. This has been for me one of the most durable and characteristic experiences of Post-Neo, whether with Catharsism of Narcotica in Ohio, with the Itinerant Mirror in England, with the Fiddlesticks shows here.... So it was particularly nice to install these with Tsubasa in a completely different manner, talking quietly and calmly as we both knelt on the floor, tearing off smaller and smaller pieces of tape as the roll disappeared; and an opportunity to take in at least a bit of his sensibility as he patiently compared tiles, grouped and regrouped them, placing each one with a care that made me feel a bit of the barbarian (bar bar bar).
The performances for this installment evolved in unexpected ways. We'd known a couple weeks in advance that Alex would be performing that night, but didn't know what he would be doing (we'd rather get to experience the piece like everyone else); and as of a week or so before we'd planned to do a set of Post-Neo Simultaneous Poems. Then we learned about Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat's illness.
We'd already done the Familiars' Hospital the week before, an undertaking that shows how some of us have come to relate to these inanimate rubber ids; and now a similar situation had struck us not with familiars, but with pets--not entirely different, but: alive. And in it David had suggested a Medicinal Poem; so this was added to the schedule for Saturday. A poem to read to everyone here, both written by and dedicated to a rat in England who could never read or write it (despite having done so)--and a gesture of friendship and empathy between two far-flung communities.
A couple days later, we learned of Tom's illness; and in the notion of the Medicinal Poem that David had put forward on behalf of a beloved pet on another continent, we found one form through which to materialise our concern, gratitude, and friendship to to this man on the other side of our own continent, whom none of us has met in person but with whom a number of us have collaborated, corresponded, and engaged with as readers. And so we added to Saturday's event a performance of a text Tom had sent me to play around with a few months ago.
So Saturday arrives, etc. etc. forgot we don't have key-cards etc. the printer doesn't etc. etc. etc. where's etc. etc. which ones should etc. etc. etc. etc. Oh shit, we thought you meant a digital etc. etc. etc. etc., and we prepare for the poetic chain-gang we had planned for Mr. Ball-Rat's medicinal poem: Warren reading it aloud from David's blog in the computer lab, shouting it to me standing in the doorway, shouting it in turn to Tomislav who finally delivers it to our guests in the gallery via Dave Hartke's puppet. (This mirrors a piece we had done in England a couple years ago at the Itinerant Mirror Cabaret: Warren had called in from the States to David Edwards at the desk of King Ludd bookshop; they eventually ended up downstairs in the basement where Natalie Waldbaum had to act them out.) It is as we are about to read the poem that Warren learns from that blog that Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat had just died. And so the poem became a Funereal Poem or Anti-Eulogy (a rodent Adonais); delivered with great aplomb by Dave's puppet.
Then it's onto the simultaneous poems--now pared down to only two, one by David (we did a few more at Fiddlesticks 5, which you'll see eventually) and one by Tom. Great fun as always; I think I've performed David's 'Society Function...' four or five times and have never to this day managed to gather the apple and nearly-empty-fast-food-cup-with-a-straw that the score calls for.
Then Tom Taylor's texts; Warren, Tom and I had scored them for three voices, treating each section differently, using techniques quite different from those of the simultaneous poems we'd just performed: performing them as canons, reading in different directions, following various visual cues--following the approach of the Be Blank Consort, many of whom have known and worked with Tom for decades. The texts were great fun to do; I'd like to read more Taylor aloud when I have the opportunity.
And finally there is Alex's piece, which turns out to be a very touching and understated vignette on the death of his grandmother. It manages to be simultaneously very direct--it is what it says what it is (yes), and it has an immediate emotional impact--and also quite readably indirect--we only hear his responses as he talks on the phone, not wanting to talk about it, yet, at least. And it gathers together the theme/s that have, gradually, turned into a very sad week, and affirms that, nonetheless, it can be dealt with, and that somehow, indeed, it seems to have tied itself together.
And as usual, most of us remained behind for hours afterward, ordered pizza and ate it in Jamie's studio; at one point Alan's remaining City Poems were retrieved from the gallery and passed around again; etc etc etc., far into the night.
And then onward to Fiddlesticks 5--reports and documentation when we can! Huzzah!
Monday, April 7, 2008
Fiddlesticks FIVE!!!!!!!!!!
Fiddlesticks Five!!!!!!!!!
A Post-NeoAbsurdist Perpetual Exhibition Macheen!
Here they went soon!
This Saturday April 12th at 7:00pm
At Lost and Found Gallery - Room 230 CSB
33 Livingston, New Brunswick NJ 08901
A Post-NeoAbsurdist Perpetual Exhibition Macheen!
Here they went soon!
This Saturday April 12th at 7:00pm
At Lost and Found Gallery - Room 230 CSB
33 Livingston, New Brunswick NJ 08901
In this exhibition works by:
Emilie Lennard of Toledo Ohio: Her sardonically whimsical cartoons have appeared in the Appropriated Press of Post-Neo's Columbus Ohio days and she's one of the co-creator/producer/director of the infamous Mr. Squibbles video series with the Olchar. As an added bonus Emily will be in town to partake in this gala affair!
David Beris Edwards of Totnes England: remroF Contrarealist and current anti-presario of British Post-Neo, Mr. Edwards never ceases to amaze on every level of his involvement with the movement- a bountiful array of absurdities, poetics, and zombified lobsters issue like salty geisers from his very fingertips. Loverly!
Joelle Howald of New Brunswick NJ: Meme-rider and transformationist of the highest order, Jowelle's soul-stirring attention towards the participants in her workshops puts that harlot Mother Teressa to shame. Here's to pick-nick tables, blankets, and string!
Nathan Schaffer of New Brunswick NJ: Pataphysical Scouting troop master and Meme-rider this guru of sci-fi and speculative media has shattered more than his share of imaginative boundaries. Hey, a healthy dose of liquid nitrogen never hurt anybody.
AND! In the interim between video showings you can participate in making the new Squibbles feature: Mr. Squibbles Watches Movies* Mr. Squibbles and his co-star Mr. Livingston will be on hand with a video camera and at your filmic disposal! Are you ready to craft another mind-bending epic of ape-death?
*title variable
Emilie Lennard of Toledo Ohio: Her sardonically whimsical cartoons have appeared in the Appropriated Press of Post-Neo's Columbus Ohio days and she's one of the co-creator/producer/director of the infamous Mr. Squibbles video series with the Olchar. As an added bonus Emily will be in town to partake in this gala affair!
David Beris Edwards of Totnes England: remroF Contrarealist and current anti-presario of British Post-Neo, Mr. Edwards never ceases to amaze on every level of his involvement with the movement- a bountiful array of absurdities, poetics, and zombified lobsters issue like salty geisers from his very fingertips. Loverly!
Joelle Howald of New Brunswick NJ: Meme-rider and transformationist of the highest order, Jowelle's soul-stirring attention towards the participants in her workshops puts that harlot Mother Teressa to shame. Here's to pick-nick tables, blankets, and string!
Nathan Schaffer of New Brunswick NJ: Pataphysical Scouting troop master and Meme-rider this guru of sci-fi and speculative media has shattered more than his share of imaginative boundaries. Hey, a healthy dose of liquid nitrogen never hurt anybody.
The Nights Events :
An official David Beris Edwards reading by local Post-Neos is long overdue. Most certainly there will be works shared from his BALLYHOO, a 99% chance of SPLAT POEMS, and a whirlwind of speculation concerning a mysterious bucket filled with sub-equine mammary-leavings.
I. DAVID BERIS (EDWARDS: Paraded Before your Ears as a Walrus Ache) Reading
An official David Beris Edwards reading by local Post-Neos is long overdue. Most certainly there will be works shared from his BALLYHOO, a 99% chance of SPLAT POEMS, and a whirlwind of speculation concerning a mysterious bucket filled with sub-equine mammary-leavings.
II. Mr. Squibbles Video Series: The New Brunswick Premier
The Mr. Squibbles series began many years ago while Emilie Lennard and Olchar (two buding post-neos) were vacationing in Michigan. Over the years at least half a dozen or more Post-Neos have contributed in some way to their creation, stepping in and out of cameraperson/actor/director/writer roles in the midst of 'just hanging out' and making them happen. The movies inform Post-Neo narrative, humor, antics, puppetry, and heaps of other interesting things; a perfect example of the creative re-appropriation of leisure time.
We will be airing two BRAND NEW! Squibbles videos:
Mr. Squibbles Goes to Jail
Mr. Squibbles Climbs a Christmas Tree
And some Old Favorites.
Chronic Depression: Its no Monkey Business
Mr. Squibbles Goes Camping
Mr. Squibbles Goes to Hell
We will be airing two BRAND NEW! Squibbles videos:
Mr. Squibbles Goes to Jail
Mr. Squibbles Climbs a Christmas Tree
And some Old Favorites.
Chronic Depression: Its no Monkey Business
Mr. Squibbles Goes Camping
Mr. Squibbles Goes to Hell
AND! In the interim between video showings you can participate in making the new Squibbles feature: Mr. Squibbles Watches Movies* Mr. Squibbles and his co-star Mr. Livingston will be on hand with a video camera and at your filmic disposal! Are you ready to craft another mind-bending epic of ape-death?
*title variable
All Fall ON!
This is one for the ages!
This is one for the ages!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
MEDICINAL POEMS: A Sad Necessity.
A word on the medicinal poems to be performed Saturday:
A motif has developed, for better or for worse.
First, we had the Familiars' Hospital during FIDDLESTICKS #2.
Then this past weekend, we learned that Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat, the incredible experimental-poetry-writing Rat owned by the British Post-Neos David Beris Edwards and Eleanor Francis Waterfowl, was ailing. Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat wrote a 'medicinal poem' which could be performed by anyone, anywhere to aid in his recovery, or at least pay him an homage in his time of trial. (Ellie and David inform us that he is far from perfect, but definitively on the mend.) You can find this poem on Edwards' blog, there's a link from here. We resolved to orchestrate a collective reading of this Medicinal Poem from the L&F Gallery.
This decision had already been made when we received some much more dire news, that Thomas L. Taylor was in hospital. We are awaiting definite news of his condition and circumstances, but Tom has been a great friend, supporter, and inspiration for many of us in the Post-Neo community (bela and olchar especially), one of the most committed and prolific avant-garde poets of his generation (olchar would say possibly the most moving poet writing in the lyric tradition), and a driving force in experimental writing, poetics, avant theory, and the Eternal Network for far longer than most of us have been alive. We obviously wanted to make a gesture of this at the first opportunity, and we will therefore perform a text that Tom sent me a couple months ago as a Medicinal Poem as well.
Cathy Bennett has very kindly posted a link to some of Tom's work a bit farther down on this blog, and his long poem Tract is the centrefold of Synapse 3 and he has a considerable amount in all three issues for those of you who have them. Jim Leftwich's textimagepoem has a good deal of Tom's work up in the archives as well. We will also have copies of his books Mandala and Kilobyte Magnificat with us on Saturday. We'll keep everyone informed as we hear more.
A motif has developed, for better or for worse.
First, we had the Familiars' Hospital during FIDDLESTICKS #2.
Then this past weekend, we learned that Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat, the incredible experimental-poetry-writing Rat owned by the British Post-Neos David Beris Edwards and Eleanor Francis Waterfowl, was ailing. Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat wrote a 'medicinal poem' which could be performed by anyone, anywhere to aid in his recovery, or at least pay him an homage in his time of trial. (Ellie and David inform us that he is far from perfect, but definitively on the mend.) You can find this poem on Edwards' blog, there's a link from here. We resolved to orchestrate a collective reading of this Medicinal Poem from the L&F Gallery.
This decision had already been made when we received some much more dire news, that Thomas L. Taylor was in hospital. We are awaiting definite news of his condition and circumstances, but Tom has been a great friend, supporter, and inspiration for many of us in the Post-Neo community (bela and olchar especially), one of the most committed and prolific avant-garde poets of his generation (olchar would say possibly the most moving poet writing in the lyric tradition), and a driving force in experimental writing, poetics, avant theory, and the Eternal Network for far longer than most of us have been alive. We obviously wanted to make a gesture of this at the first opportunity, and we will therefore perform a text that Tom sent me a couple months ago as a Medicinal Poem as well.
Cathy Bennett has very kindly posted a link to some of Tom's work a bit farther down on this blog, and his long poem Tract is the centrefold of Synapse 3 and he has a considerable amount in all three issues for those of you who have them. Jim Leftwich's textimagepoem has a good deal of Tom's work up in the archives as well. We will also have copies of his books Mandala and Kilobyte Magnificat with us on Saturday. We'll keep everyone informed as we hear more.
FIDDLESTICKS #4: Aaron Andrews & dadaDavid Hartke, performance by Alexander Conner
That's right, it's FIDDLESTICKS 4!
In this installment of the exhibition, we have dadaDavid Hartke and Aaron Andrews (both of Ohio), who along with Olchar Lindsann founded the very first Post-NeoAbsurdist group, Catharsism of Narcotica, as a joke back in A.Da. 86 (2002). We have also FINALLY received Angee Lennard's package of goodies from Chicago after an epic bureaucratic battle with UPS, and you can expect to see an Un-shiny new Anti-floor to the L&F Gallery as of THIS SATURDAY, MARCH 29th, at 7:00 PM, when this installment opens with various goings-on:
-Alexander Conner will be performing a piece called Close it Closet, stop by to learn more!
-Warren, Tomislav, Olchar, maybe some others will perform a simultaneous poem or two--
-There will be two 'medicinal poems'--what appears to have suddenly become a new Post-Neo poetic micro-form--for Mr. Hugo Ball Rat and Thomas L. Taylor; see the post above for details on that.
The following weekend, there will be no FIDDLESTICKS activity because Warren and Olchar will be down in Baltimore performing at the Trans-Modern Festival there, seeing British Post-Neo comrade-in-arms Alice Kemp (aka Germseed) perform, and distributing free sample-hauntings for Right-Geist, the Ghost Temp Agency they have started with Nathan Shafer and Joelle Howald.
The weekend after, April 12, the British invade the L&F Gallery in the form of David Beris Edwards, Emilie Lennard (Toledo, OH) adds her two cents, and perhaps others; and we will treat you to the premier of two brand-spanking-new installments of the Anti-legendary serial Mr. Squibbles short films.
Huzzah!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
poem for David Berris Edwards and Eleanor Francis Waterfowl
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
slightly more beautiful than an arm idiot
or a dainty leg fool
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
comlier than a finger twat
or indeed a solemn puckered wrist moron
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
slightly more beautiful than an arm idiot
or a dainty leg fool
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
FOOT BASTARD!!!
comlier than a finger twat
or indeed a solemn puckered wrist moron
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Condolences from England for Hector Clam!!!
David Beris Edwards over in jolly old England has composed a Splat Poem dedicated to the recently-fiddled-with organs of Hector Clam, over in jolly old New Jersey. And here it is:
AND, British Post-Neos very own poem-writing Rat (there are several but he is the Oedipal father figure), Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat, is unwell; Edwards has posted a Medicinal Poem that Monsieur Ball-Rat has written himself, which we can all chant to aid his speedy recovery. It goes as follows:
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We all wish you well, Hugo!
Mr. Edwards plans to be here in person in June to check in on Hector's condition. Check out the link to his blog to your right!
AND, British Post-Neos very own poem-writing Rat (there are several but he is the Oedipal father figure), Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat, is unwell; Edwards has posted a Medicinal Poem that Monsieur Ball-Rat has written himself, which we can all chant to aid his speedy recovery. It goes as follows:
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p34upf
98 0000 0000000000000000§q2222qqwq
jh ff
fd 7ykly
jrl8yyyyy'''0p.lllllllllllllllllllllp.=-≥*?+------------4
gkk'],.ccu gv
,gcjbbbb11111
. bn? R666d€€€€€
vr;hsssssssx§
g g ,,i0km
mcl,o'cmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn¨ uuyyb.w.,gh gj ]0
,n/" mcm
un jyh6 6
]444nhhf ,jjjjgg
,000/.
brbvrrddddddddddflkx
We all wish you well, Hugo!
Mr. Edwards plans to be here in person in June to check in on Hector's condition. Check out the link to his blog to your right!
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