A film-poem by Valerie Kampmeier and Robert Peake, incorporating footage of children in Britton, South Dakota filmed by Ivan Bessie in 1939.
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Alastair Cook has been at it again, with an evocative new project inspired by PechaKucha, wherein he comissioned twenty poets to write very short pieces to accompany twenty seconds of footage each. I was delighted to have been seventeen of twenty, and impressed with the results.
Lens-based artist Alastair Cook has done a remarkable job incorporating a poem I wrote in memory of our neighbour-friends’ son into a film-poem in his characteristic visual style. Be sure to listen through headphones to get the full effect of Vladimir Kryutchev‘s binaural recordings. The film will premiere at the Felix Poetry Festival in Antwerp… Read more »
This evening, we collaborated on another film-poem. We live near the end of the Northern Line, and our evenings are pleasantly haunted by the sound of the train.
From the window of my office in Holborn, I watch the changing light of the London skyline with fascination. Yesterday, with the help of an iPhone app, I propped my phone by the window for several hours and set it to take pictures six times per minute. I composited these images into video at 24… Read more »
This evening, Valerie and I collaborated on our first film-poem. She wrote an excellent summary of the process on her own website. Here is the video and the poem:
I was once again delighted to read a couple of poems at Theater 150‘s “Sneak Peek Writers’ Showcase” back in January. The following poems were published in Cloudbank and Sugar Mule, respectively. Both poems also appear in my new collection, Human Shade, which has just shipped author’s copies from the printer. Thanks once again to… Read more »
Theater 150‘s “Sneak Peek Writers’ Showcase” brought to light an outstanding lineup of students in Deb Norton‘s prose and play-writing classes earlier this month. As a poetry teacher in their fall lineup of arts classes, I also read a couple of poems. The following poem received an honorable mention in the 2008 Rattle Poetry Prize,… Read more »
I prepared my set for the Weird Words reading at the Beatrice Wood Center knowing two special friends would be in the audience. Although, as I say in the poem, I never knew their adult son, having lost my own son in his infancy, I feel a special connection with them. One day, this poem… Read more »