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| 1. good morning, how |
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| 2. unable or unwilling |
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| 3. o ve ve i e |
http://www.krikri.be/helen/
Truck :: n. a self-propelled vehicle for carrying goods
Monday, November 12, 2012
Helen White (UK/B) - bared voices
http://www.krikri.be/helen/
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Ludy Bührs (NL) & Harald Calle (B) (1 of 2) - Mijn zijn vervlakt
english prose translation of Ludy's dutch dizain*
My Existence Flattens
How do I pull myself up from my darkness, where can I find light, will my eye see a hold?
My cold hand, that is but searching, yearning so much to fit in another, it slides down into shade and it searches, just finds the emptiness that I wear, uncertainty, my being a question.
How much is left of me, who am I?
The night is long, seconds are ticking slowly, my existence flattens with each hollow stroke.
* a dizain is a poetic stanza used mainly by French (early) Renaissance poets. It consists of 10 lines of each 10 syllables in a ababbccdcd rhyme scheme. Besides François Villon's work, the most famous dizains were written by Lyon's great master Maurice Scève who published his DÉLIE in 1544, a dark and allegedly very obscure Petrarcan ode to his idealized love spread over 449 dizains with an eight line dedication added.
dirk vekemans (b) - three verbigrammata
dv 2012, bister, burundi soil & ink on paper, A5
(verbigrammata are asemic ideograms recited during ritual services inside the Neu Kathedrale des erotischen Elends. Between brackets the pronunciation of the verbigram is given in NKdeE Schoonschrift). A very approximative rendering of their erased meaning in english is given in the burundi soil coloured tombstones below the Schoonschrift.
Ali Znaidi (TUN) - Darkness
Darkness
A poorly lit room.
Lingering dimness.
Darkness is stretching
its hands—
a playground for
nightmarish memories.
I pour them
in an empty glass.
Darkness still winks
emanating a dim light
like a flint.
Darkness is a big black glass.
We just drink in its void,
waiting for rescue
from a flint that
skates the silky skin
of the somber night.
Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches
English at Tunisian public secondary school. His work has appeared in The Camel Saloon, phantom kangaroo, BoySlut,
The Rusty Nail, Yes,Poetry, the fib review,
Ink Sweat and Tears, Mad Swirl, Red Fez, & other ezines. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published
in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). He also writes flash fiction for
the Six Sentence Social Network—http://sixsentences.ning.com/profile/AliZnaidi.
Tamara Lai (B) - Mortal stratego
Mortal stratego
considèrant
que Mordre,
seul
conte vivant du début des périodes,
à
recueillir l'argent d'argent comptant
individuelle-invention,
idole
humains
d'espace et d'imagination
qui
se développent projetés air-évolutionnaire
captés
Dans le réseau de la puissance,
Il
n'est pas un élément un art à pervertir
les
valeurs l'eau la terre...
voyages
en dés-ordres
pétrification
de l'image. inanition
alors
venez.
Strategie
mortelle - icône de nos périodes
transition
de la distance à l'heure.congé
énergie
à combattre...
la
montagne a découvert qu'elle existe. Elle!
La
terre vraie.
Les
vieux ...
Ainsi
quelque
chose qui blesse. vous croyez (comme qui?)
que
l'homme ne peut extraire la force-
control
effrayant- de la matière commune
missile
stereotype action
perfection?
allons
donc!!!
en
cette disinformation.
premier
jour excessif deviendra mécanisme
que
juste à énoncer les rouges partisans
rideau
gris fumée a la mort semé
partie
jamais gagnée saisit approfondit
mais
ensemble en silence à contempler
l'état
pur d'humilité…
Soi
disant:
oui
très bien mais qu'est –ce ?
machine
à jouir par la fichue chose -assez!
Figure
seule réponse
auteur
confronté à Dieu au Début
à
parler par le sang, électrique écriture
penchez-vous
:
physique
de mes nerfs –
sexe
de mes données – jeu cruel
langue
tordue -hyperlien
douleur
conceptuelle frappe le cerveau nu
cellule
créature infinie
dissèquée
subjective, à l'écran génétique.
copie
aspect d'un objet stratégique
code
érode le monde émulateur Délire
état
tour à tour né industriel
En
outre,
browser
du système sous influence
monades
ouverts en spirale quoique infiltrés
habillez-vous
invasion
-
le siècle est en lutte.
balayage
arythmique terrorisme de gêne
sang
se répandant en nos yeux greffés
un
sas. une idée à contempler la fin.
Battu,
je vous dis. effondré
mais
a valu la peine.
l'ongle
incarné s'emballe à froid
épée
et chanfrein peut-être
droits
sur le visage
tzigane
s'y puise sans plus petit! la fièvre
à
fond d'océan. l'ont-ils creusé hier ?
soleil
et signe et se découvre en lui
heureuse-
la
vie placée en confluent
contemporain
du temps becomes
et
then fascination mobile
minute
by minute
visiteurs
e-rodés, laissés pour compte
animés
progressant, rampez le long du temps
n'écrivez
pas vos dialogues entre les psaumes
black
banner -
endeuillé - logos dévié
cartouches
ceintes, barre & convertisseur
-
encre sèche
(plus
ping que pong in this bazar).
n'importe
où im-pulse en sonar fait mouche
Psycho
me pompe et monde t'oublie
chiros
massé es-thetanique,
vamos
hackmeetings
empruntés, matériaux qui inquiètent
appellent les voix, afin de nous connaître,
concaténation
non détaillée, contusions -
cybercrime
- philosophie occulte bastion
l’occupation
aime le manuel vrai?
anonymat privé - libérez les mots de passe
phreakwerkstaetten,
coupez!
aide
que les témoins puissent lier
à
travers quoi ils sauvent anybody
filtres &packages. réinitialisation
"CONFIRMÉ"
"coup
de Script" marque- oh rient - par
50 noeuds
Rapidos en
parlant d'iris – et belzébuth
Stay tuned
Tamara LAI
New
media artist : Video, Multimedia & Net art
Poetess
Belgium
http://tell-a-mouse.be
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Philip Meersman (B) (1 of 5) - 10. Jesus is stripped of His garments
10. Jesus is stripped of His garments
Take it
strip me
of my dignity
behold the flesh
casement of the soul
stare at what is left
a worn out body
agony
dolor
torment
habeas corpus
ad subjiciendum
ad recipiendum
Exposed to you
I am bare
easy
to touch
to corrupt
to molest
to plunder
Devote yourself
to the diaphanous dermis
present in your parish
carress it
let your hands slide over it
worship it with your whole self
hang onto the notes
the choir chants
blatantly fornicate
and state that I’m in you
Catachristis
ask forgiveness
it shall be given
by the power infested in me
let the children come to you
and sing
Philip Meersman (B)
www.myspace.com/spooninmybrain www.facebook.com/spooninmybrain www.youtube.com/spooninmybrain
www.poetasdelmundo.com/verInfo_europa.asp?ID=4337
http://www.youtube.com/DAstrugistenDA www.myspace.com/artiestencollectiefja
Take it
strip me
of my dignity
behold the flesh
casement of the soul
stare at what is left
a worn out body
agony
dolor
torment
habeas corpus
ad subjiciendum
ad recipiendum
Exposed to you
I am bare
easy
to touch
to corrupt
to molest
to plunder
Devote yourself
to the diaphanous dermis
present in your parish
carress it
let your hands slide over it
worship it with your whole self
hang onto the notes
the choir chants
blatantly fornicate
and state that I’m in you
Catachristis
ask forgiveness
it shall be given
by the power infested in me
let the children come to you
and sing
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Philip Meersman (B)
www.myspace.com/spooninmybrain www.facebook.com/spooninmybrain www.youtube.com/spooninmybrain
www.poetasdelmundo.com/verInfo_europa.asp?ID=4337
http://www.youtube.com/DAstrugistenDA www.myspace.com/artiestencollectiefja
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Spencer Selby (US) - Collapse Body Text
COLLAPSE
BODY TEXT
A book lies open drawing attention
from a world you can’t make out.
from a world you can’t make out.
Moving without movement
through a sky of white vapor
through a sky of white vapor
kindred subjects, roofless houses
used air exits standing in for
used air exits standing in for
those who know an outline fits the crime
they’ve lost since childhood sounded
they’ve lost since childhood sounded
like something recently disturbed
where a word can’t help its nerve-
where a word can’t help its nerve-
muscle contractions from looking funny
to the stillness caught and verified above.
to the stillness caught and verified above.
Blood is flowing where two eyes
and a vast exception used to live.
and a vast exception used to live.
The sneaky astringent angle of that
one look, that one desire to intervene
one look, that one desire to intervene
made resolution come up short on the
sidewalk bordering your artificial home.
sidewalk bordering your artificial home.
But where should you really reside
when death and pain deliver no end
when death and pain deliver no end
of variants to remember while every-
thing in your body mimics the same
rigorous circumstance that prevents you
from understanding why you’re wrong.
from understanding why you’re wrong.
How will you make necessity
into something you can survive
into something you can survive
if a moment you don’t recognize
is always standing on your head?
is always standing on your head?
A perfectly understandable
human gesture might land you
human gesture might land you
on either side of this dilemma
but that won’t stop all the silence
but that won’t stop all the silence
you don’t want to think about
from doing its appointed job.
from doing its appointed job.
A book lies open to a broken page
still turning over life’s most recent
still turning over life’s most recent
black white object calling back a color
when the absent shades of memory
when the absent shades of memory
leave no room for that special kind
of accident made up in advance.
of accident made up in advance.
The bright sun is shining
through a window you don’t notice
through a window you don’t notice
while you’re standing in the corner
feeling lost. A little bit further off
feeling lost. A little bit further off
a road leading back to where you
came from is empty and glad.
came from is empty and glad.
Spencer Selby
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Truck in November
Thank you Halvard and hi all: here's my, er, editorial statement of sorts, i would like to give u all some clues as to what are my plans for this month's Truck
November, here in the Low Countries, is nature-wise perhaps the most dreary month, lot's of rain, darkness and cold. Therefore i have urged my local colleagues practicing some form of creativity to send me lot's of beauty, works of any kind so i can post them here to counter the sadness out there. We'll see what we can get that way, there's already some response by probably our foremost mail artists Luc Fierens.
Next i would like to make an international call for works here, and because i am currently working on a larger project, this would be a thematic call. I propose the theme of 'State of Exception' as understood and spun out over his influential 'Homo sacer' series of books by the Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben. All posts made here under that theme will be used later in a p.o.d edition of 'SETT: State of Exception Texts & Things', because i will be taking this project further during and after november
Later this week i will be posting a introductory summary of the theme as i could grasp it from my (ongoing) reading of Agamben's books. For now i would just like to say that i am fully aware that it is not easy to use a philosophically developed concept like Agamben's for creative purposes and that the concept is outspokenly political and could lead to works of a rather radical/controversial/unsettling nature. So perhaps we're in for a rough ride, or we could even get stuck in our own mud two miles out, but hey we're driving a darn truck here, not some two bit lorry van.
So anyone reading this who would like to contribute something to our 'State of Exception Truckload' please send your works (textual, visual or auditory) to dirkvekemans@yahoo.com and i will post them here using any specifications you might include in your mail. I'm trusting that the usual network process of establishing a 'natural' gate will make it unneeded for me to take any editorial interventions in what you may send me, so everything will be posted 'as is'.If your files are over 5mb, please use dropbox are some other file transfer service.
Before preparing the p.o.d. edition of SETT (that will be about fall 2013), i will be writing you back to grant me permission to include your works in the edition. That edition will be sold at the price of printing, so there won't be any profit for anyone, except the p.o.d. service, of course.
Please do not hesitate to spread this post to whom you see fit, do let the engines roar wildly before we set off into the deep of night.
thanks,
dv
November, here in the Low Countries, is nature-wise perhaps the most dreary month, lot's of rain, darkness and cold. Therefore i have urged my local colleagues practicing some form of creativity to send me lot's of beauty, works of any kind so i can post them here to counter the sadness out there. We'll see what we can get that way, there's already some response by probably our foremost mail artists Luc Fierens.
Next i would like to make an international call for works here, and because i am currently working on a larger project, this would be a thematic call. I propose the theme of 'State of Exception' as understood and spun out over his influential 'Homo sacer' series of books by the Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben. All posts made here under that theme will be used later in a p.o.d edition of 'SETT: State of Exception Texts & Things', because i will be taking this project further during and after november
Later this week i will be posting a introductory summary of the theme as i could grasp it from my (ongoing) reading of Agamben's books. For now i would just like to say that i am fully aware that it is not easy to use a philosophically developed concept like Agamben's for creative purposes and that the concept is outspokenly political and could lead to works of a rather radical/controversial/unsettling nature. So perhaps we're in for a rough ride, or we could even get stuck in our own mud two miles out, but hey we're driving a darn truck here, not some two bit lorry van.
So anyone reading this who would like to contribute something to our 'State of Exception Truckload' please send your works (textual, visual or auditory) to dirkvekemans@yahoo.com and i will post them here using any specifications you might include in your mail. I'm trusting that the usual network process of establishing a 'natural' gate will make it unneeded for me to take any editorial interventions in what you may send me, so everything will be posted 'as is'.If your files are over 5mb, please use dropbox are some other file transfer service.
Before preparing the p.o.d. edition of SETT (that will be about fall 2013), i will be writing you back to grant me permission to include your works in the edition. That edition will be sold at the price of printing, so there won't be any profit for anyone, except the p.o.d. service, of course.
Please do not hesitate to spread this post to whom you see fit, do let the engines roar wildly before we set off into the deep of night.
thanks,
dv
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