Monday, March 10, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Geometry + Democracy
In the year that has passed since we unveiled the artists project "Untitled Book (Geometry + Democracy)" by Allyson Vieira and Stacy Wakefield Forte, it has been acquired for several museum and library collections. Numbered copies now reside happily in fine company at The Tate, Britain; the Brooklyn Museum; The Universities of Wisconsin at Madison and Milwaukee; Trinity College; Reed College; the University of Washington Art Library; Wellsley College; Yale's Sterling Library; and Harvard University.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Speedometer, a poem from METS#2 lives anew as a song by Rhythm King and Her Friends, Berlin
Linda lo-fi of Rhythm King and her Friends (Berlin) turned a poem from My Evil Twin Sister #2 into a good song, which you can hear at:
http://myspace.com/rhythmkingahf
Some of the words are obscured by charming German accents ...
here is the whole poem
Speedometer
(from Hometown Interstate-5)
When I took the wheel I took the challenge
I moved my eyes up from their usual spot
a few feet before the flat front end
and looked up two car lengths.
A weight lifted from my mind and settled on the gas pedal
the speedometer creaked upwards.
My grip was light and steady
I felt like a ghost
my hair flew straight out behind me like flames
my eyes burned hazel night lights into the darkness
I have nothing to lose.
There's nothing going to get lost
just this one last ride to live through.
The highway is violent
concrete and unforgiving
points of light burst like mosquitos, murdered on my windshield.
America is built on steel and these bossy parallel lines
the perfectly straight road pushes on and on and on.
This highway is an old friend, enemy, lover
I made love to one too many times.
I keep threatening I'll leave
but I return
he doesn't believe me anymore
so he treats me like he wants to.
http://myspace.com/rhythmkingahf
Some of the words are obscured by charming German accents ...
here is the whole poem
Speedometer
(from Hometown Interstate-5)
When I took the wheel I took the challenge
I moved my eyes up from their usual spot
a few feet before the flat front end
and looked up two car lengths.
A weight lifted from my mind and settled on the gas pedal
the speedometer creaked upwards.
My grip was light and steady
I felt like a ghost
my hair flew straight out behind me like flames
my eyes burned hazel night lights into the darkness
I have nothing to lose.
There's nothing going to get lost
just this one last ride to live through.
The highway is violent
concrete and unforgiving
points of light burst like mosquitos, murdered on my windshield.
America is built on steel and these bossy parallel lines
the perfectly straight road pushes on and on and on.
This highway is an old friend, enemy, lover
I made love to one too many times.
I keep threatening I'll leave
but I return
he doesn't believe me anymore
so he treats me like he wants to.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Visit to China

I went to Hong Kong and Shenzhen, China where there are 2,000 printing plants and tons of american books are produced. I was on a press check trip to another printer for a job, but i also got to meet Rex Lau of wafai graphic arts whose company has produced the evil twin books Catholic No.1:CATS (the hardcover edition), Bo's Arts, and Untitled Book (Geometry + Democracy). Here's Rex and I eating a pigeon in Shenzhen.
