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/
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/
Filed under ARTology Now
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.
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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
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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
Filed under Poetry
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
Filed under Poetry