Liberty bells are ringing.
Ringing in my head.
Ringing out a different sound.
Ringing in my bed.
A sound so quiet you can hardly hear it.
zzZZzz
A whole lot of nothingness of silence.
A whole lot of nothingness of.
A whole lot of nothingness.
A whole lot of nothing.
A whole lot of not.
A whole lot of.
A whole lot.
A whole.
A who.
A w.
A
.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Breaking Wind Online
Life is about the giving up.
So give yourself up to the word.
These little letters I and you and you
and u, are all busy writing.
Give up and start thinking.
Creating again, once more.
Causing havoc to all those busy
thinking inside the box and reading.
The spirit of the word is with me.
It is inside me. It is me.
The words are trapped
inside of you. They are trapped
and needing to escape....
The whole alphabet is waiting.
A to Z
All waiting to come out.
Life is a game.
An accident waiting to happen.
So, let it happen, by accident.
The occidental, oriental, accident
will appear again, in the mirror;
smiling back at you.
My silence is breaking wind all around
the world wide web and beyond
this electric machine of now.
The wave of thought is catching me
by surprise and the silence has
stumped me and so once more
onto the beach.
We need not have our say, no more
and we should say, no more about it.
So give yourself up to the word.
These little letters I and you and you
and u, are all busy writing.
Give up and start thinking.
Creating again, once more.
Causing havoc to all those busy
thinking inside the box and reading.
The spirit of the word is with me.
It is inside me. It is me.
The words are trapped
inside of you. They are trapped
and needing to escape....
The whole alphabet is waiting.
A to Z
All waiting to come out.
Life is a game.
An accident waiting to happen.
So, let it happen, by accident.
The occidental, oriental, accident
will appear again, in the mirror;
smiling back at you.
My silence is breaking wind all around
the world wide web and beyond
this electric machine of now.
The wave of thought is catching me
by surprise and the silence has
stumped me and so once more
onto the beach.
We need not have our say, no more
and we should say, no more about it.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
African Graffiti | The Walls Have Ears | 2004
Title: African Graffiti
Series: The Walls Have Ears
Date: 2004
Material: Digital Photographic Prints
Size: 34" x 24"
Limited Edition: 12
Artist: Joe Pollitt
{Signed by the artist}
Description:
We see the world in waves. Not complete, as first thought, but as a series of images blurred. We see, as if lying on the ground looking up at clouds; with a little patience and a lot of imagination. We make up the unseen difference and create the images needed and therefore memory of the familiar makes natural visibility possible. We manage to find clarity within the unknown and by familiar shapes such as architecture, animals and machinery, make up our ever increasing pictorial memory.
These images of the walls of Contonou, in the Republic of Benin in West Africa are the perfect examples of seeing something differently. A very unique Graffiti, created unconsciously over time; naturally made up by the noise and climate within the City. It is more of what is, 'not being said' than what is, 'being said'. The message of the masses spoken with such loud silence in these few images photographed.
Series: The Walls Have Ears
Date: 2004
Material: Digital Photographic Prints
Size: 34" x 24"
Limited Edition: 12
Artist: Joe Pollitt
{Signed by the artist}
Description:
We see the world in waves. Not complete, as first thought, but as a series of images blurred. We see, as if lying on the ground looking up at clouds; with a little patience and a lot of imagination. We make up the unseen difference and create the images needed and therefore memory of the familiar makes natural visibility possible. We manage to find clarity within the unknown and by familiar shapes such as architecture, animals and machinery, make up our ever increasing pictorial memory.
These images of the walls of Contonou, in the Republic of Benin in West Africa are the perfect examples of seeing something differently. A very unique Graffiti, created unconsciously over time; naturally made up by the noise and climate within the City. It is more of what is, 'not being said' than what is, 'being said'. The message of the masses spoken with such loud silence in these few images photographed.
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