countune collaboration

I’m pleased to be a part of Gerd Jansen’s multimedia collaborative countune project.
An extensive group of visual and sound artists from around the world are participating.

The entire project is online here: http://www.countune.com/

Poems for Spring

 

Dressing you
with my eyes

I’ve been
watching you very closely
for more than
a month.

You’re always
up before me.

In fact, as
far as I know
you’re always
up.

You’re there
when I awake
making
yourself more lovely
right in
front of me.

You do it so
slowly
I can’t stare
away.

New tones of
green
cover your
limbs.

Your body
disappears
like the
landforms
behind a
peacock’s tail.

Then suddenly
you’re adorning yourself
with cherry,
lilac, and forsythia.

I can hardly
bear
these
differences between us.

You are the
most beautiful thing.

Even I can
see that.

*

 

Low-Rent Birds

I fall for common birds
My youth misspent
With bushtits and boobies

Robin seduced me
Each and every spring
I loved her
For her breast alone

I’m still thrilled by starlings
Simple silhouettes
With little hearts as grand
As the beating cores
Of brilliant eagles
That have no time to flirt

All birds are lovebirds
Equal in the blue eyes
Of the empty sky

 

*

 

taking off

holding you between your legs
sliding my finger into you
I lift you up
with one hand

holding you at arm’s length
I turn you like a pink propeller

spinning on my finger there
you lift us both into the air
while down below us
sirens blare
people stare
and animals on rooftops
call out our names
as if we were
their long lost pets

passing through a clear blue cloud
I let you go to spin alone
freely as you dare
little drops of golden dew
trickle down my palm
reminding me of where
I held you there
before you were
really even born

now, when the wind
sways the yellow trees
I kiss my fingertip
I hold it in the air
believing you
hover there
invisible
aware

*
Words and image – Tullio DeSantis – 2013

00001101

 

00001101 – Tullio – ink drawing – 2013

Attractor

Attractor

 

We are software

entangled everywhere

intricate enfolded enmeshed.

 

In moments before

you could feel it

an event horizon

at the edge of a singularity

 

It felt like that

when time moved enough to notice

to feel something for a while.

 

It occurred

and we’re algorithms

 

We were

becoming machines

but believed we had more time

 

The hard problem was not solved

we imagined some future time

unaware it would just happen

the attractors are strange teleology

 

The world brain learned

more about us than we could have known about ourselves

 

Science does not save us

its sole purpose, survival

insufficient to prevent us from programming

imperfect copies of ourselves

 

-Tullio 2013

 

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Image: Attractor, Tullio, 2013