a photocopy of: THE GREAT ORGAN Bob Cobbing's 60th Birthday Poem, 30th July 1980. Part of 6 pages, Paula Claire. a duet with a photocopier at the poetry library. A sheet of paper becomes an object, a poem becomes an object. concrete poetry perhaps. a smooth surface folds, a beautiful fan that could close up snap, joining previously unjoined parts together. But most of the regular concertina is blank...but a beautiful new object.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
I read and start to make a connection then suddenly the fan flies open, unfolds at speed, there is an extension, the object of my enquiry is so distant that there is no possibility of touching, even with finger tips, I want to taste the scent of it on my tongue.
An articulation outwards until I cannot articulate any longer until it is all meaningless and not of the body, of experience.