My First Poetry Book Vol. 1: Very Short Poems (2000-2001)
Vespers #4: And Some Paintings!
as the cat from next door sleeps calmly, candle wax collecting on paper
i taste of red wine, at least that's what you told me
how much i would like to say i was full with joy
lit a cigarette and it went out resting on a bottle, empty
clear still clear sky
the accordion next door I can't hear properly
ducks on the water make silence impossible
steetlamps cascade the walls are just lit by them
nobody sees: a tree crying over powerlines
Sometime in late-2001 or early-2002, I decided to compile some of the poetry I had lying around into a book, which I called Poems: 1999-2001. I must have finished it in February of 2002, cause that’s when the dedication in the front is dated to. I used a manual typewriter to type them up, and Erica Lowe, my partner at the time, did illustrations for it (see Vol. 2). I made the final books on a photocopier at work, bound them with pink ribbon, and hawked them at ‘zine fests and the occasional art market. I think I sold a dozen copies or so over the next few years, before it quietly went out of print.
I was surprised to look back and find this set of focused miniatures scattered throughout the book. I would love to know what I was reading? And where the idea for these poems came from? I hadn’t started reading tanka by this point, though they certainly feel tanka-influenced. Perhaps Larry Eigner had something to do with it? I remember getting his collection Water / Places / A Time (1983) around that time, and falling for it hard;
small world of stars by Larry Eigner A bird flies under leaves close in the heavy day-long rain still keeping up the roofs glistening
The Forest (2002) is conceptually similar to my early films, being a series of ‘direct’ or ‘cameraless’ photographs—made by applying ink directly to the film-stock, bypassing the camera—undoubtedly inspired by the work of Man Ray and Len Lye (among others). Exhibited once in the group-show Projections, curated by Tim Wyborn, at Enjoy Gallery; “The projectors all blew up on the opening night, and one of them refused to stay in sequence during the exhibition, but I didn't really mind. In fact, I appreciate this because it made the audience more aware of the technology… Projections on walls is a simple idea, but when it comes to actually making it happen, it's a real bastard. So seeing as the exhibition series was supposed to be about curative acts, I felt that it was good to expose the public to the mechanics of the exhibition.” (Dec. 2002)
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It’s time someone wrote some poems for you, Dick. 😃
Brief, elegant, with depths waiting to be discovered. Thanks for sharing this work with us, Dick.