Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

Marinetti


This is a cool looking sound poem

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Dec 10 Class

BRIAN JOSEPH DAVIS
His page on UBUweb

YESTERDUH is there, and otherwise I highly recommend: 10 Banned Albums Burned Then Played (2005), Voiceover (which is very similar to the piece we listened to in class, Johnny - full text here) and Eula.

on the Free Music Archive here

You can visit his website here.

Some other slightly random things to look at:
http://annievought.com/

http://web.mac.com/washford/Wills_Words/Artists_Statement.html

http://nickm.com/poems/progress.html

Contemporary Vispo magazines and press
Otoliths

Word for Word

Xexoxial


Nico Vassilakis
http://www.youtube.com/nicovassilakis

http://www.pages.drexel.edu/~blc35/final/vassilakis.html

http://www.wordforword.info/vol15/Vassilakis.htm

http://www.lulu.com/product/download/protracted-type/4919229

http://www.logolalia.com/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz/archives/cat_negative_alphabet_alphabet_by_nico_vassilakis.html

http://www.critiphoria.org/Issue1/Nico_Vassilakis.pdf

prophecy number two

Bells. Firebird. (Remix)

(Interlude)

Matter, prudence revenge thing: cognition, feeling, rouser, version.

OUT, Version Michigan! Presto, Version!
Fair comin' there, swimming, Seminary first!

Are revolution bonhomme gone? Nemo, epicle, time.
Meadow, Persepolis, Raat, Queen. Couleurs mission dance, mix, making edit Mercedes code.
Had modula darling, Zelda version ERASE! Cops! Me! Boom!
Edit.

Party, you France. Survivor remix paradise, mix day... LISTEN: escape! Risingson! Song!
Us, cat congo habit. You, Vienna seek slowly, largo.

Hoppipolla avenue.
Us, lake, reaction... Information symphony.

prophecy number one.

Wicked.

We green silence, a...
The Alain Madagascar, this somewhere she marche Tchaikovsky; rien.
Strange chaminade Southampton one (L'arrivee satellite) arclight. Jerusalem, the way.

Phase

Ibiza drunken. Testarossa, the Venus lecture. Shogun, the chestnut caruso.
Mad Shawn lecture, I country piazza.

techno. Output. Without.

Baul Serenada, la generation first, dead. God, Chariots, Silver! RETURN.
35, bizarre us, the... it's bones, Solomon, all... it's map from life.

boyz, waking Liz. Clair any, la "Hercules" against point.

Charlotte, who's Lucy.

Faint thunder.
A few days ago I found my self singing "Yesterday" and realized that I don't know all of the words either.
I was glad no one was around.

Coded Poetry

Here is something I made recently. It is a coded poem in Morse Code. The codes are found in the diacritical marks. The dot is the dot in the center of the T and the line is the dot above the T. I think it would be interesting to have a visual poem as a cryptograph and to have people figure it out. But I do not think people will break the code but to have it like a secret message would be visually interesting, like Nairi's Code Poetry. I hope people can see this clearly, especially the diacritical marks.











For those who do not know Morse code, it says
"This is a code in Morse Text.
This is Morse Text in a code.
This is Morse Code in a Text."