28 February 2005

more antipoet visual stuff 2

some fresh blog items:

Also [here] on Perth Indymedia Artswire...


and below "No Waughs" - stencil on laminated board. made this morning.
people have been asking me for "hangable", gallery style stenciled stuff.

i did up today "NO WAUGHS" - if anyone wants it send me an email,
we can work something out! any offers considered!

a detail:


23 February 2005

Antipoet Workshop

i'm doing an antipoet workshop at Tom Collins House in Swanbourne this weekend.
i really enjoy these things...

if theres any perth.wa folk who wanna come along... please come.

The Antipoet Workshop with Allan Boyd - Saturday 26 February 10 am to 5 pm. $22 all comers

What is "antipoetry"?
Come along and meet allan boyd [author of the antipoet manifesto] to find out.
We'll look at what it means to challenge the existing paradigms of dominant culture in 2005.
Why is now "not the time for decorative art"?

Learn that suffering for your art is a personal choice, not a foregone conclusion. What is a "Zine" and where are all the real poets?
Contemplate Art and Activism. Discover how adverbs are fascist. Discuss web-writing and Internet Publishing.

"Be the change you want to see" and incorporate integrity into your art and writing. Why is there no such thing as "writers block?"
Take the power back and shape words to your own wants, needs, desires.

We'll do some radical writing excercises using bizarre rules and tools.

We'll look at Performance Poetry techniques - see what works and what doesn’t when poetry becomes
performance. Bring work to be performed/critiqued on the day. We'll record some poetry and play it back.

All sorts of stuff. Come on - he won't bite …

Plus, if you treat him well, the anti-poet will let you in on wordworksecrets you've previously never even imagined. So be nice, cause he has much to teach...

PHONE: (08) 9384 4771
EMAIL: mailto:fawwa@iinet.net.au

19 February 2005

causing rusted helmets

causing rusted helmets
we sleep between dusty raids on the pallisade fences
the baton-smart robot eating itself
my pop is some kind of candle-form, a glowing plate

and the depleted yellowcake drips to my feet
bed-sore and pipestained, sooty and smog.

i feel for puppets and dollies and concrete people
the tent all sagging under humid rocks
her eucalyptus burn-offs
set the scarps fast n climbing

these trembling faces under each police boot
her neck stiff leather; mine resting close and closed
and pushing throbbing wasting cleavage
heaves at him at me at them those groups of
anarchista based remedies - this open-source love.