Emma McNally
I love, love Emma McNally’s large scale graphite drawings, you can see them at Trinity Contemporary until the 27th of April and more of her work here.
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R.I.P Adrienne Rich
Planetarium
Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750—1848)
astronomer, sister of William; and others.A woman in the shape of a monstera monster in the shape of a womanthe skies are full of thema woman ‘in the snowamong the Clocks and instrumentsor measuring the ground with poles’in her 98 years to discover8 cometsshe whom the moon ruledlike uslevitating into the night skyriding the polished lensesGalaxies of women, theredoing penance for impetuousnessribs chilledin those spaces of the mindAn eye,‘virile, precise and absolutely certain’from the mad webs of Uranusborgencountering the NOVAevery impulse of light explodingfrom the coreas life flies out of usTycho whispering at last‘Let me not seem to have lived in vain’What we see, we seeand seeing is changingthe light that shrivels a mountainand leaves a man aliveHeartbeat of the pulsarheart sweating through my bodyThe radio impulsepouring in from TaurusI am bombarded yet I standI have been standing all my life in thedirect path of a battery of signalsthe most accurately transmitted mostuntranslatable language in the universeI am a galactic cloud so deep so invo-luted that a light wave could take 15years to travel through me And hastaken I am an instrument in the shapeof a woman trying to translate pulsationsinto images for the relief of the bodyand the reconstruction of the mind.
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Tim Simmons
Aldo Tambellini
I hate most video art but Tambellini just does it for me and so do his methods. Better on mute!
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Simon Harsent
Simon Harsent: Melt Portrait of an Iceberg. Check out the rest of his work, he’s the kind of good that makes me almost weep.
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All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
This poem has been in my head for a while. I find it much easier to read poetry these days than novels, my mind is too crowded and busy with work to take on the responsibility of caring for characters and plots. Poems on the other hand have a habit of lingering away until they suddenly resonate, out of the blue.
