Jan
30
Jan
30
Didi Reports She is Going Back to Painting a Few Poets
No day is the day we imagine it will be, but some days run dramatically counter to expectations or they include something never imagined.
Today at 12:37 pm my time, the ever-productive Didi Menendez sent me (and others, unknown to me) an email asking for a photo or two of me, because she was ready to paint portraits of poets again (after a break that I'm sure was quite short). This was her message:
Going to add a few more poets to the series.
Today at 12:37 pm my time, the ever-productive Didi Menendez sent me (and others, unknown to me) an email asking for a photo or two of me, because she was ready to paint portraits of poets again (after a break that I'm sure was quite short). This was her message:
Going to add a few more poets to the series.
Jan
29
Digital Archiving Practices of Writers
Today, not from one of the archivists working on or who knew about this project (even though I am an archivist), I received a twice-nested forward of this message about a project considering the digital archiving practices of writers:
I’ve put together a survey to study the digital archiving practices of emerging writers.
I’ve put together a survey to study the digital archiving practices of emerging writers.
Jan
28
Turkish Texts
Peep/Show's issue of International Visual Poetry continues to grow, adding this time the work of Ayşegül Tözeren, one of many talented visual poets in the vibrant Turkish visual poetry community. Her work is always dramatically typographical but interested in distortions and how that adds meaning to the works.
Jan
24
Defining "Visual Poetry"
I was standing in a bookstore about a week ago when I discovered the meaning of "visual poetry." Until that time, it had escaped me, but suddenly I knew.
Or not.
Or I knew one definition. Maybe not even a definition that formed a clear lemma, maybe not an accepted use of the term. But what would "accepted" even mean in this case? I've found enough uses of the term "visual poetry" in the world of cinema and photography to have to consider this a reasonably standard use of the term.
Or not.
Or I knew one definition. Maybe not even a definition that formed a clear lemma, maybe not an accepted use of the term. But what would "accepted" even mean in this case? I've found enough uses of the term "visual poetry" in the world of cinema and photography to have to consider this a reasonably standard use of the term.
Jan
23
Poetry on the Sidewalk
Holiday Inn Express San Francisco Airport South, Room 246, Burlingame, California
I've been in California for a number of days now but focused on doing my part to bury my aunt Jeaneen Ferraris, so family matters have occupied my time. As they have today. I leave here tomorrow early in the morning, but before I do, I'll present a couple of extremely brief videos of two poems I found on the sidewalk today.
Jack Spicer Poem on Sidewalk from Geof Huth on Vimeo.
I've been in California for a number of days now but focused on doing my part to bury my aunt Jeaneen Ferraris, so family matters have occupied my time. As they have today. I leave here tomorrow early in the morning, but before I do, I'll present a couple of extremely brief videos of two poems I found on the sidewalk today.
Jack Spicer Poem on Sidewalk from Geof Huth on Vimeo.
Jan
19
A Constraining Force (A Fifty-Sixth Letter to a Young, Imaginary Visual Poet)
Delta Flight 2863 over Utah
No, it isn't that I've forgotten you or about you, though I can understand why that thought would pass through your mind only to find purchase. The explanation is simply that I've been too busy to remember what I want to do, so I do whatever is most presently at hand. Since the end of May, that has meant writing a letter (in the form of a poem) to a different person every day, one day a male, one day female, back and forth for 240 days now.
No, it isn't that I've forgotten you or about you, though I can understand why that thought would pass through your mind only to find purchase. The explanation is simply that I've been too busy to remember what I want to do, so I do whatever is most presently at hand. Since the end of May, that has meant writing a letter (in the form of a poem) to a different person every day, one day a male, one day female, back and forth for 240 days now.
