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Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.

Month: April, 2013

Symbolic Romance: A Gustave Moreau Painting or Odilon Redon Lithograph by Steven McCabe

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Information is a jewel encrusted codpiece

Worn by a eunuch on his death bed

a watery face

In the hands of the wrong person revealing everything

In the hands of the right person revealing impotence

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The wheels roll and plants grow

A man and a woman approach one another

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Diamonds nick a valve in my heart and I wake to find you

Dressing me with misinformation

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from my collection Jawbone (Ekstasis Editions, 2005)

Of by Steven McCabe

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As if the drip of machinery oil

And of knowledge of musculature

Were enough

In the search of room after room

Coinciding with the rediscovery of sculpture

Coinciding with the sculpture of rediscovery.

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Originally published in my collection Jawbone (Ekstasis Editions, 2005)

Angel by Eileen Sheehan

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He said, I am old and

everything has a bitter 

taint and besides

I have only these oddments

to offer; things broken, 

unfinished, unused and I’m not even 

sure why it is that I’ve 

kept them so long.

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But she saw how his body

radiated light and he carried

not just a jumble of wheels,

coils, springs but the very

ones she’d been needing to

mend the faltering

mechanisms of her heart.

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And his eyes were pure

as a child’s

and she knew

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from that moment on

she was his

entirely

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Eileen Sheehan is from Killarney, Ireland. Her collections are Song of the Midnight Fox and Down the Sunlit Hall (Doghouse Books). Angel was first published in THE SHOp: A Magazine of Poetry (ed John and Hilary Wakeman).

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I found this love poem very moving, beautiful and rooted in reality. I was intrigued by deeply felt emotions relating to the word ‘Angel.’ The air and thought around the word Angel called for earth and water, both surface and interior, to flesh out the wishes and realizations being expressed and conceptualized. To create several of these images I remixed a photo of waves crashing onto a beach in California uploaded by user Tewy on Wikipedia Commons: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5/deed.en

Fragments…traces… of a mathematical formula by Nikolaos Manolopulos appear ever so faintly, unknowable, perhaps in three images, from my first gestures integrating Wikipedia Commons material with my ink drawing.

 

Transfiguration by Steven McCabe

A butterfly wing

Grazes your cheek

Travelling

Two thousand years

Per second.

My latest video poem (or film poem if you prefer). We originally filmed and recorded the drumming over two years ago for a different project which never saw the light of day. In the meantime I become interested in juxtaposing silent footage with live action. I realized we could use silent movie title cards for the poetry and not compete with the sound of drumming. The poem Transfiguration was originally published in my 1999 collection Radio Picasso (watershedBooks). My poetry videos can be found @ http://www.youtube.com/mccabesteven

 

« Goutte À Goutte », Plein verre, 1940 (May) by Pierre Reverdy, Translated by Pierre L’Abbé, 2011.

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Drop by drop

drama

The habit of loving
The sap of fatigue

intersection

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The torrents of sleep
In the pit of nefarious plans

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If I had to give over the secret of the past
I would no longer fear the heaviness of blood

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Being alone
Sharpens revelations on the edges of the wind

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Weak and ugly
I sleep in gutters

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Doubled, exposed to the weather
To the barbs of fate
To the blows of fortune

celtic animal
The bubbles of dark days burst in my hands
Life trembles irresolute on the edge of each sheet

mirrored

wash
Along the borders of the morning

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I no longer take a turn

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The forms of hatred
Cheeks bulging with fire
These starving ovens

glassed

her wall

When love enlightened breathes on bitterness

a garish village
And dances on the dream-rope of nothingness

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Pierre L’Abbé is a translator, a publisher, and the author of poetry and short story collections. He lives in Toronto.

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When I began generating images for this Reverdy poem my focus was ‘self’ seeing ‘self.’ I wondered also if the poem was historical. I pictured incidents from World War Two. Or maybe psychological? The poem seemed to present an existentialism assuaged with the balm of cathartic love. And then because, coincidentally, I assembled this page on Easter Sunday, I considered (perhaps outlandishly) this being a dialogue between Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. In two voices. An end to their metaphysical, sexual, emotional love. Hmm…perhaps too literal. I wasn’t sure where metaphor began and personal voice ended. This began a chain of associations concerning language, representation, authenticity, double-identity, etc… and I was back at the idea of ‘self’ (whatever that is) seeing ‘self.’ You know that feeling you have when you look in a mirror? You know it’s you but you’re not quite sure who ‘you’ is. You see yourself experiencing an image of your self. So, as you can see, the poem presented a host of interpretive challenges. Pierre L’Abbe would know far more than me about this poem’s purpose. As always, I went with my intuitive response in creating images. In this case a face and a figure interact while constantly transforming.