Harry Bertoia Sonambient Sculpture


Harry Bertoia Sonambient Barn – 2

Harry Bertoia sculpture Ohne Titel (Sonambient), circa 1963-64

Harry Bertoia’s Sonambient Sounds

Harry Bertoia Sonambient Barn

Harry Bertoia Sonambient Barn -3

Harry Bertoia – Unfolding

Original Harry Bertoia Sonambient in Motion

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Harry Bertoia Sonambient Sculpture

Harry Bertoia Sonambient Sculpture Barn Motion Study

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Harry Bertoia Sonambient Barn

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HOMELAND. A Poem by Deborah Sfez.

In my mother’s womb
I arrived at my Homeland.
From the side wall
of her uterus, I heard the waves
crashing.
I, who was nothing
but a five months old fetus,
floated in my private sea, enjoying
the waves’ movement
inside and out,
while she
stood on the deck
her belly, going up and down
underneath her lightweight dress.
When I came into being
I understood
that
I had arrived
at a foreign country
and that its language,
was not
my mother-tongue.

 
 

 
 
 
Deborah Sfez is a multidisciplinary Israeli artist, born in 1964, working in Côte-D’Ivoire and
Israel.
She is a recognized Artist in Israel and internationally and has won several photography and
art awards.
Her work can also be found in the archives of several Museums.
Her tools are photography, moving image, filmed performance accompanied by texts and
music and sound composition.
Her path, atypical, begins with studies of literature and languages and then by learning the
trades of Fashion and Theater Costume.

Today her work mainly talks about the ups and downs of human existence, she talks about
the experience of existence, partnership, how to overcome an illness, the fear of life, the
beauty of to be a woman and the impossibility of being perfect.

Photography, for her, means a creative research.
She started her work with a series of hundreds of self-portraits by transforming her
appearance into many different characters using costumes, make-up and wigs. Later, she
began using these various self-portraits in a more complex way creating photographic
installations or in more constructed videos, including texts that she wrote, and soundtracks
composed exclusively for each work.
Coming from a country like Israel, where cohabit multiple cultures, the main objective
would be to find equality for all human beings, regardless of their cultural background,
because we are all born one day and therefore must die, man or a woman.
 
https://www.deborah-s-artist.com

 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals and Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

When The Big Man Blows. A Poem by Phillip Henry Christopher

(for Ed)

 

When the Big Man blows,
relive those glory days
rockin’ and rollin’ in the back seat of
a beat up old Buick,
an Asbury Park tune,
a hemi-head
double-barrel bass guitar,
wild and innocent
shufflin’ down E Street,
when Adam first raised a Caine
dancin’ in the moonlight Rosie
low tide summer,
and the tilt-a-wheel
caught us by the collar
and we hung on
and went around and around,
when the Promised Land was
clandestine alleyways,
heavy breath moist
air-fogged window
gasp of a woman child
back street September sixteen,
rockin’ back beat crashin’
fifty ton plates,
furious splooshing
ladles plunging into
liquid steel,
skinny silky skin
long-haired boy
trying to flee
the future,
the mill waiting
to turn velvet hands
to sand paper,
skin to leather,
the quick nervous
wrapping of limbs,
bumping of bellies,
then a house filled with silence
and forty years
of punching in and punching out,
of hot molten slag
like hell fire.
No Jersey Shore fantasy,
just the short ride
down Main Street
to the flats.
No sandy beach ocean,
just the Brandywine Creek.
No neon spinning carnival rides,
or stroll down summer boardwalks.
Just plod along under
smoke stack steeples,
clock in and out forever,
but never forget summers
of desperate fumbling
on back street back seats,
of alleyway heat,
of the Big Man blowin’ righteous
saxophone songs of
Sandy, and Rosie
and Crazy Davey,
while you sang a
song of yourself.
 
When the Big Man Blows” appeared in PiF Magazine, No. 188 (January, 2013)
 

https://www.facebook.com/philliphenrychristopher/
 

 
Poet, novelist and singer/songwriter Phillip Henry Christopher spent his early years in France, Germany and Greece. His nomadic family then took him to Mississippi, Georgia, Ohio and Vermont before settling in the steel mill town of Coatesville, Pennsylvania, where he grew up in the smokestack shadows of blue collar America.Escaping high school, he made Philadelphia his home, alternating between Philly and cities across America, living for a time in Buffalo, New Orleans, Fort Worth, even remote Fairfield, Iowa, before settling in Indianapolis. While wandering America he has placed poems and stories in publications across the country and in Europe and Asia, including such noteworthy journals as The Caribbean Writer, Gargoyle, Lullwater Review, Hazmat Review, Blue Collar Review, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Blind Man’s Rainbow and New York Quarterly
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals and Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

If Greatness Were To Call | Poem

man of questions painting

If greatness were to call
would they get an answer
from an old man on an acre
in a place called Tennessee

If greatness were to call
would it scroll by
leading me to an
ad at the end
with vacancies at the inn
and people sleeping in
the street

If greatness were to call
would it be so great
as to wish that
they wouldn’t look at me
as I pass to
get my reward in the gallery,
in the bookstore
with smiling faces, smiling

kick my bones and tell them
that they are great bones
The best we can do is dust
from which may grow a flower.

David Michael Jackson…..from a cave surrounded by crazed Neanderthals in a pandemic.

Website Design Search Engine Optimization Poem


I’ll design me a website
and tell the world to click here
and Nirvana will popup
and you can subscribe to karma
and peace
and buy baskets weaved of silken thread
and harps
yes, harps and copper angels.
I’ll put this website on the internet,
the web,
and I will call it Artvilla,
and the spiders will crawl its strands
and I will publish
poems
poems for children to find in the night,
and I will optimize the search engines
for my brother’s squirrel poem
or the rabbit fell into the hole and space followed him
poem.
I will build this website and they will come
to read,
in the night,
alone,
and Nirvana will popup
and they can subscribe to karma
and peace
and buy baskets weaved of silken thread
and harps
yes, harps and copper angels.

david michael jackson

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Clarksvilleweb
Seo Nashville Tn

Janet Kuypers’ poetry “Finding where we’re From and the Future” feature 11/4/17

photos from show

    Below are video, poetry, and photography links (as well as a chapbook link) from the November 4th 2017 (11/4/17, or 20171104, or 4 Nov 2017) poetry performance of Janet Kuypers’ Austin poetry feature through the “Expressions Final Farewell: Featured Reading” at Austin’s the Bahá’í Center, titled “Finding where we’re From and the Future”. In this show she read poetry about autumn, as well as poetry about relationships and love, all accompanied by the music “the Ice is Melting” from the HA!Man of South Africa (as well as a rotating art display).

    Before the show started she also released copies to most everyone there of a chapbook of the writings she was performing in her show, and all of the pieces from this reading were also released electronically in a “Finding Where We’re From and the Future” chapbook, which you can view or download as a PDF file for free any time.


video
See YouTubevideo of Janet Kuypers in her 11/4/17 show “Finding Where We’re From and the Future” @ “Expressions” in Austin, performing her poems “Barbie”, “Burn It In (reaching the end edit)”, “Earth was Alive and Dying”, and “I’m not sick but I’m not well (Future Imperfect edit)(from a Lumix camera; w/ HA!Man of South Africa music and her projected rotating art display).


video
See YouTubevideo of Janet Kuypers in her 11/4/17 show “Finding Where We’re From and the Future” @ “Expressions” in Austin, performing her poems “Barbie”, “Burn It In (reaching the end edit)”, “Earth was Alive and Dying”, and “I’m not sick but I’m not well (Future Imperfect edit)(from a Sony camera; w/ HA!Man of South Africa music and her projected rotating art display).

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Poems in this show include (in multiple readings):
Barbie
Burn It In (reaching the end edit)
Earth was Alive and Dying
and
I’m not sick but I’m not well (Future Imperfect edit)

You can also follow the links below for
Thom’s photography of the show
and John’s photography of the show.

The “Finding where we’re From and the Future” Scars Publications web page for this show also contains these video, poetry, photography, and chapbook links.

Trump is God

Trump is God.
He even looks like God.
He’s jealous.
He demands to be worshiped above all Gods.
He smites the ones who oppose Him
and lays waste to the blue state Gomorrah
with pestilence.
He has given of Himself when He
could have been making more Billions.
His sacrifice brings more tears
than a God would sacrifice
as He dispenses His Grace
to those who worship Him
and death to those who don’t.

I’ll pass
and wait for Barron.
She kept Him away from Daddy.
He’s making Wine in the Penthouse.