Poets' Past

FUNERAL RITES

The Stoic Burgher Saves Us All
Though west might fade and
set upon bridge's brick

Thoughts are no longer present as I
set down among Ketchup, cans and
butts, diapers, TVs, PCs and
chairs, bulbs, discs and
freezers, laptops and
horns, beers and
klonopin.

Nothing is beautiful
Nothing is whole
Nothing is clean
Nothing is young
Nothing is righteous

Blonde and blue, pleading
if only heard, if only
Waiting, miles since turning
We've become Joice's contemporaries.


LIQUID GENIUS FROM THE MUSE OF ANUBIS
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sight disconnected
scratched realization
kinestetic hallucinations
feeling my surroundings like an egg
in a alittle room bizantine corridors complex branching
ghostly shapes accompanied denizen rubbery lizard
Blood red carpets, ornate textures, fleshy forms
hideously true sentimental darkness

beauty grandeur
desire
fear
lust

i am the wall in the electric church
it is ok to die

Editors' interview with the Artists

Do you consider yourselves primarily visual artists or poets?
We consider these one and the same. What is poetry but an attempt to expresss in words what the artist attempts to express visually. Hence we are both and neither, for while our contemporaries seek to convey those depths within, we look without. We find our own experience transient and worthless, our pieces reflect our vain attempt to tack the substance of perceptions onto our incorporeal emotions.


What are your thoughts on the merger of the two?
The poet and the visual artist are but two flames burning at opposite ends of the same candle.


In each of your pieces, which came first (the poem or the visual display)?
Undoubtedly the images originated first. Our poetry is inseparable from the context
of the images which pervade our experience. A word, a line, create no original stimulation, rather they invoke the mind's reflection of past conscious states.

How did you chose your materials?
What is an artistic gesture but a physical extension of our cognitive functions? The materials we interact with day by day, being predominantly man-made, are all extensions of our collective human conciousness; everything is hardwired to mankind's organic motherboard, be it cigarette or sausage. We have chosen nothing,
so much as had these materials imposed upon us by our subconscious.


What inspired you to do what you did, and how did it all come
together to form the final piece?
1.We clearly and distinctly perceived our own existence
2.We smoked a cigarette
3.We gave birth to dancing stars.


What has been your greatest artistic influence?
An over nurturing mother and a negligent father.

What is on your i-pod?
Evil men have no songs.


-ALL ART IS TRULY TRANSPARENT