Thursday 26 August 2010

JOHN OTTE TO REPLACE BRIAN DETTMER!



In light of a severe oversight on the part of Brian Dettmer, The Experimental Writer's Asylum has found easy adjustment in the form of one of its artists already proudly being featured.

John Otte, long known in Atlanta for his highly informed, strange, & experimental approach to art-making and curating, is going to be shedding light on one of the many entry points into his processes. This one is specific to his handling of books. Eyedrum and especially myself (eggtooth!) are very proud to have the opportunity to work with and host John.

Come see John Otte present his Angel of History book treatment series.
September 4th from 6-7 pm at The Seen Gallery.

And of course enjoy the rest of the Decatur Book Festival while in the area!

Tuesday 3 August 2010

Super Studies for The Inhuman



So I have this perspective I want to grip.
Knowing full well the lineage, but I'm not going to. For obvious reasons,
gracious enough.
Abrupt declaration of a need for, at the very least a break.
Through the backdoor, sit down politely, they are a bunch of sausage squares, well, then I guess maybe I will look in the mirror.



The Inhuman.
First and obvious, non. Lexical, imagined, and sounds.

Of monsters. Monsters are Inhuman related to human. Land monster being hairy. Even their mouths filled with hair. This is their poetry:


Grying troof grinds ouch rooted future tooths.
Iss loose fork nub moon
under her soon.
It wiggles lowf.

So many grow row bull locks wow
timeless weaving for mind coffins.

Of luke socks.
Tramble fift system.
List trinit grimble cragged
and silently bindery glue and glock.
Stuck rotten occurance blocks.

Trimble grinit gravid, grinit ragged listed ratchet.
Muffit slough moribund lump.
Grying ragged troof.
Facks brequalcome fick rendition.

So mow be won fork flit sis n' shoe gross sober moss soppy,
roped optics sought text ops for shunned.
Categories of labored over thoughts.


Sea Monster's :

Turks, coys, and drew. Hooks.
Frish slash n wangle, is lasting in a half truth, real.
Slap slobber grey flapping. Padlock deep and rethinking.
Angle blau, anger's lapse a bloop whisper bubbles, weed sleeking
and why worry.
Swindles wires way hauled and longing lolls.

Slipped flapper waah shhhh sklale,
rakes and scales.
Stillborn short fathoms
call bee con clink. Rusted dendrite,
wrinkled sheath,
ankh slink train pink.

Nattered waah plaffer pilshed
inside hermes hurt and ball key.

Link bloat words squirming murk
collosum tremble bridge legs
under trollganger mere or you beacon


Air monsters: groar woah flu woah snow poof waif slaw bloof sue woohoo bruise most sose brie pillow flast dried wow sigh wide wee
know won hiss blind or than knee...

Monday 2 August 2010

The Inhuman



we. seeking around this outside of meat that surrounds me. need. isn't it soaked in nonsense. stacked treading viscous globs in stasis. anxious jumps the skin. dreamed but grids strangle the made possible. oh well. in pods uncommon talk and babble hand in hand then compartmentalize the feelings. saturated wracked and then moments of outside the self. in humans are the unshared made into shadows, and sometimes rainbows. maintaining is metal flavored sweat and rung out asphalt check accounts. words fail the desire to jump and feel alive. and so it goes.

jessica blinkhorn: my life with the thrill kill kult tribute

jessica blinkhorn. my friend maxwell sebastian has painted her portrait and used her in larger compositions repeatedly. all to strange results. i have no idea why this text is hyperlinking and to where i dont know.

jessica will be reading at the seen gallery on sept 3rd at about 10pm. her work freely discusses the sexual desires of a person in a wheelchair and any specifics that might occur because of the fact that a wheelchair is involved in the action. evidently shes very frank in her handling of the topic.

WHAT WILL YOU DO?

If you think you think you should heed the warning of your mother and sister and not risk uncertain sorcery,turn to page 25

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