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		<description><![CDATA[IntroductionPhotography &#160; A sponge becomes a popsicle. A loofah is exotic jungle flora. A cucumber morphs into a candle. The artist duo PUTPUT excels at transformations that turn everyday objects into something unexpected. The sleight [...]]]></description>
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<span style="float: left;">Introduction</span><span class="article-category">Photography</span>
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<p>A sponge becomes a popsicle. A loofah is exotic jungle flora. A cucumber morphs into a candle. The artist duo PUTPUT excels at transformations that turn everyday objects into something unexpected. The sleight of hand works through repetition. On first glance, a stick and a sponge might be no more than the sum of its part, but seen again and again, the combination becomes natural, almost expected. How did we ever <b>not</b> see the popsicle-ness of the common house sponge? The viewer ends doing her own repetition in the form of a double take.</p>
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<p>Based in Copenhagen, the Swiss-Danish duo PUTPUT prefers to remain anonymous and keep the focus exclusively on their work. They will say, however, that both artists have a background in design – one in fashion, the other in graphic design. PUTPUT became their chance to create artwork without commercial influences or the pressure to please clients. Their keen eye for colour and form can be seen in the arresting use of two-tone palettes that train the eye on the revised object in question. Formed in 2011, PUTPUT has featured work in the German publication <i>Die Zeit </i>and <i>Der Greif </i>and exhibited in Copenhagen and Milan.</p>
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<p>In their words: “PUTPUT explores the duality of objects and situations associated with everyday life, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary and capturing the previously unseen. Perception and recognizability are challenged through distinctly staged scenarios and tableaus that underline a metaphysical relationship to the material world. The highly stylized visual universe has clear references to Pop Art and Surrealism, and reinterprets classical genres such as still life through a contemporary lens.”</p>
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<p>The group’s name is a reference to the space between input and output –  a creative place that artists are intimately familiar with. But it also takes the viewer back to what makes the magic possible in their photography – repetition.</p>
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<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 PUTPUT</span></p>
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		<title>Poetry Duet by John Taggart &amp; Elizabeth Willis</title>
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<span style="float: left;">Editor’s Note</span><span class="article-category">Poetry</span>
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<p>It is always wonderful to find a poet’s work that grabs you and brings you to new and unexpected tropes, whether it be in form, concept, use of language, or artful accretion of ideas. Elizabeth Willis and John Taggart are two American poets who remain fresh through reading and rereading; their poems expand poetry’s window of possibility. </p>
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<p>In “Slow Song for Mark Rothko” John Taggart repeats words, images, and actions persistently, insistently, while moving forward line by line, pulling, with an incremental momentum, those repetitions through in a meditative weaving of meaning and sound. Technique here is matched perfectly with the poem’s dedicatee, Mark Rothko, painter of large reverential, meditative paintings which shift colour ever so subtly. If you know the paintings, they, mysteriously and magically, come to the inner eye, through Taggart’s words, which do not literally describe the artworks.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In two of Elizabeth Willis’ poems included here – “The Witch” and “Blacklist”  –  “witch” is a recurrent word, appearing in some form in almost every line  – “witch,” “witches,” or “witchcraft.” Each poem is a listing of witchy people and events, yet there are constant surprises in the statements, images or meanings. In “In Strength Sweetness,” while some terms are repeated, it is the repetition of structure which is most striking, a weighting of terms on each side of a backslash &#8211; “/”;  the juxtapositions are provocative, entertaining and often surprising. “Classified” is an imaginative take-off on personal barter ads, which repeats familiar language and juxtaposes this with surprising images. In each poem the repetition throughout provides a progressive cohesion; these are process poems that float in a kind of ‘on-goingness’.<br />
It is intriguing to see the different ways John Taggart and Elizabeth Willis use repetition to structure shape and meaning in their pieces. Each brings a particular musing and music that rings. </p>
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John Taggart, “Slow Song for Mark Rothko” from <em>Is Music: Selected Poems</em>.<br />
Copyright © 1981, 2010 by John Taggart. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, <a href="http://www.coppercanyonpress.org" title="Copper Canyon Press" target="_blank">www.coppercanyonpress.org</a>
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Elizabeth Willis,”Classified,” “Blacklist,” “In Strength Sweetness,” and “The Witch” from <em>Address</em> © 2011 by Elizabeth Willis. Reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.
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<p><b>1</b></p>
<p>To breathe and stretch one&#8217;s arms again<br />
to breathe through the mouth to breathe to<br />
breathe through the mouth to utter in<br />
the most quiet way not to whisper not to whisper<br />
to breathe through the mouth in the most quiet way to<br />
breathe to sing to breathe to sing to breathe<br />
to sing the most quiet way.To sing to light the most quiet light in darkness<br />
radiantia radiantia<br />
singing light in darkness.</p>
<p>To sing as the host sings in his house.</p>
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<p>To breathe through the mouth to breathe through the<br />
mouth to breathe to sing to<br />
sing in the most quiet way to<br />
sing <i>the seeds in the earth breathe forth</i><br />
not to whisper <i>the seeds</i> not to whisper <i>in the earth</i><br />
to sing <i>the seeds in the earth</i> the most quiet way to<br />
sing <i>the seeds in the earth breathe forth.</i></p>
<p>To sing to light the most quiet light in darkness<br />
radiant light of <i>seeds in the earth </i><br />
singing light in the darkness.</p>
<p>To sing as the host sings in his house.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To breathe through the mouth to breathe to sing<br />
in the most quiet way not to<br />
whisper <i>the seeds in the earth breathe forth </i><br />
to sing totality of <i>the seeds</i> not to eat to<br />
sing <i>the seeds in the earth</i> to<br />
be at ease to sing totality totality<br />
to sing to be at ease</p>
<p>To sing to light the most quiet light in darkness<br />
be at ease with radiant <i>seeds </i><br />
with singing light in darkness,</p>
<p>To sing as the host sings in his house.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><b>2</b></p>
<p>To breathe and stretch one&#8217;s arms again<br />
to stretch to stretch to straighten to stretch to<br />
rise to stretch to straighten to rise<br />
to full height not to torture not to torture to<br />
rise to full height to give to hold out to<br />
to give the hand to hold out the hand<br />
to give to hold out to.</p>
<p>To give self-lighted flowers in the darkness<br />
fiery saxifrage<br />
to hold out self-lighted flowers in darkness</p>
<p>To give as the host gives in his house.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To stretch to stretch to straighten to stretch to<br />
rise to full height not to torture not to<br />
to rise to give to hold out to<br />
give the hand to hold out the hand to give<br />
hope hope of hope of perfect hope of perfect rest<br />
to give hope of perfect rest<br />
to give to hold out to.</p>
<p>To give self-lighted flowers in the darkness<br />
perfect and fiery hope<br />
to hold out lighted flowers in darkness.</p>
<p>To give as the host gives in his house.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To stretch to stretch to straighten to stretch to<br />
rise to full height not to torture to<br />
give the hand to hold out the hand to<br />
give hope to give hope of perfect rest to<br />
rest not to lay flat not to lay out<br />
to rest as <i>seeds as seeds in the earth </i><br />
to give rest to hold out to.</p>
<p>To give self-lighted flowers in the darkness<br />
fiery hope of perfect rest<br />
to hold out light flowers in darkness.</p>
<p>To give as the host gives in his house.</p>
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<p><b>3</b></p>
<p>To breathe and stretch one&#8217;s arms again<br />
to join arm-in-arm to join arm-in-arm to<br />
join to take to take into<br />
to join to take into a state of intimacy<br />
not in anger not in anger<br />
to join arm-in-arm to join arms<br />
to take into intimacy.</p>
<p>To take into the light in the darkness<br />
into the excited phosphor<br />
to be in light in the darkness.</p>
<p>To take as the host takes into his house.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To join arm-in-arm to join arm-in-arm to<br />
join to take to take into<br />
to join to take into a state of intimacy<br />
not anger not anger<br />
to take as <i>the earth</i> takes <i>seeds</i> as<br />
the poor the poor must be taken into<br />
to take into intimacy.</p>
<p>To take into the light into the darkness<br />
into the phosphor star-flowers<br />
to be in the light in the darkness.</p>
<p>To take as the host takes into the house.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To Join arm-in-arm to join arm-in-arm to<br />
join arms to take to take into a state of intimacy<br />
not anger<br />
to take as <i>the earth</i> takes <i>seeds</i> as<br />
the poor must be taken into<br />
to end the silence and the solitude<br />
to take into intimacy.</p>
<p>To take into the light in the darkness<br />
into the star-flowers before sunrise<br />
to be in the light in the darkness.</p>
<p>To take as the host takes into his house.</p>
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<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 John Taggart</span></p>
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<p>A witch can charm milk from an ax handle.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch bewitches a man’s shoe.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch sleeps naked.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Witch ointment” on the back will allow you to fly through the air.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch carries the four of clubs in her sleeve.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may be sickened at the scent of roasting meat.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch will neither sink nor swim.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When crushed, a witch’s bones will make a fine glue.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch will pretend not to be looking at her own image in a window.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch will gaze wistfully at the glitter of a clear night.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may take the form of a cat in order to sneak into a good man’s<br />
chamber.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch’s breasts will be pointed rather than round, as discovered in the<br />
trials of the 1950s.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A powerful witch may cause a storm at sea.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>With a glance, she will make rancid the fresh butter of her righteous<br />
neighbor.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Even our fastest dogs cannot catch a witch-hare.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch has been known to cry out while her husband places inside her the<br />
image of a child.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may be burned for tying knots in a marriage bed.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may produce no child for years at a time.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may speak a foreign language to no one in particular.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>She may appear to frown when she believes she is smiling.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>If her husband dies unexpectedly, she may refuse to marry his<br />
brother.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch has been known to weep at the sight of her own child.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>She may appear to be acting in a silent film whose placards are missing.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In Hollywood the sky is made of tin.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch makes her world of air, then fire, then the planets. Of<br />
cardboard, then ink, then a compass.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch desires to walk rather than be carried or pushed in a cart.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When walking a witch will turn suddenly and pretend to look at<br />
something very small.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The happiness of an entire house may be ruined by witch hair<br />
touching a  metal cross.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The devil does not speak to a witch. He only moves his tongue.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>An executioner may find the body of a witch insensitive to an iron spike.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>An unrepentant witch may be converted with a little lead in the eye.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Enchanting witchpowder may be hidden in a girl’s hair.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When a witch is hungry, she can make a soup by stirring water with<br />
her hand.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I have heard of a poor woman changing herself into a pigeon.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>At times a witch will seem to struggle against an unknown force<br />
stronger than herself.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>She will know things she has not seen with her eyes. She will have<br />
opinions about distant cities.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A witch may cry out sharply at the sight of a known criminal dying of<br />
thirst.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>She finds it difficult to overcome the sadness of the last war.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A nightmare is witchwork.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The witch elm is sometimes referred to as “all heart.” As in, “she was<br />
thrown into a common chest of witch elm.”</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When a witch desires something that is not hers, she will slip it into<br />
her glove.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>An overwhelming power compels her to take something from a rich<br />
man’s shelf.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I have personally known a nervous young woman who often walked in<br />
her sleep.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Isn’t there something witchlike about a sleepwalker who wanders through the<br />
house with matches?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The skin of a real witch makes a delicate binding for a book of<br />
common prayer.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When all the witches in your town have been set on fire, their smoke will<br />
fill your mouth. It will teach you new words. It will tell you what<br />
you’ve done.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<div class="post-header">“In Strength Sweetness”</div>
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<p>in the wind / an inky air</p>
<p>in the air / finchness</p>
<p>in the ink / a stone</p>
<p>in the winter / winter</p>
<p>in the nest / in the piney</p>
<p>in the tree / filigree</p>
<p>in the great / bye and bye</p>
<p>in the worm / William Blake</p>
<p>in the fall / fortune</p>
<p>in the ocean / a figure</p>
<p>in canvas / the grain</p>
<p>in the apartment / a body</p>
<p>in the mountain / its making</p>
<p>in the cottage / a fable</p>
<p>in the mind / its miniature</p>
<p>in the seed/ a sun</p>
<p>in the fist / a question</p>
<p>in the question / an expedition</p>
<p>in the expedition / a bank</p>
<p>in the dollar /a seal</p>
<p>in the seal / another seal</p>
<p>in the sand / a massacre</p>
<p>in the blood / spirit</p>
<p>in the word / your mouth</p>
<p>in the tale / its labyrinth</p>
<p>in the lion / the bee</p>
<p>in the bee / a plain</p>
<p>in the plan / a city</p>
<p>in your city / its anger</p>
<p>in your anger / a harbour</p>
<p>in your harbour / a boat</p>
<p>in the boat / open sea</p>
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<div class="post-header">“Classified”</div>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<div style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 14px;">
<p>Will trade fountain pen for outboard motor</p>
<p>a trembling nightfall for government bonds</p>
<p>Will trade this grievance for a moment of silence</p>
<p>that wooded tavern for my aimless youth</p>
<p>Will trade potable water for loyal army</p>
<p>Fabergé egg for interpretation of dreams</p>
<p>Will trade heirloom lilacs for three cords of wood</p>
<p>Will trade this meadow for a person-sized piece of shade</p>
<p>Will trade fluttering leaf for a career in baseball</p>
<p>Will trade class warfare for a place to lay my head</p>
<p>Will trade a life of crime for a month in the country</p>
<p>a decorative pear for a clean, dry pillow</p>
<p>a wheelbarrow for an end to all that</p>
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<div class="post-header">“Blacklist”</div>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<div style="line-height: 26px; font-size: 14px;">
<p>Sarah Wilds, Deliverance Hobbs, and Dorcas Hoar were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Martha Corey, Dorothy Good, and Rebecca Nurse were convicted of</p>
<p>consorting with devils.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Sarah Osborne did not go to church regularly; Sarah Good was seen</p>
<p>begging for food.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Tituba was a slave.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Giles Corey was pressed to death in the summer of 1692.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Martha Corey, Mary Easty, Alice Parker, and Mary Parker were hanged</p>
<p>on September 22nd.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A family in reduced circumstances may resort to witchcraf in order to</p>
<p>procure food.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>A family of witches will put off a bad smell like that of wild animals.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Bridget Bishop, Martha Carrier, George Jacobs, John Proctor, and John</p>
<p>Willard were hardcore Salem gothic witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Kate, Leah, and Maggie Fox were professional upstate rapping witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Mary Baker Eddy was a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Witchcraft can be contracted like a pox and appear in lesions on the</p>
<p>skin.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The ability to understand the language of one’s enemy is evidence of</p>
<p>witchcraft.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>George and Mary Oppen fled to Mexico to avoid being tried as</p>
<p>witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Louis Zukofsky hid his witchcraft in the music of a long poem.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Charles Reznikoff and Lorine Niedecker lived largely incognito.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>An accused witch is taken into a courtroom backward so as not to</p>
<p>bewitch her accusers.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Eugene Debs was a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Ronald Reagan was a cardinal in the army of the witchhunters.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Samuel Beckett and René Char lived for a time underground, as</p>
<p>witches do.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Leadbelly was a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Spencer Tracy and Paul Robeson were witches by association.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>James Baldwin and Woody Guthrie were witchlovers.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Joe Hill was a stonecold singing witch organizer.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Simone Weil, Orson Welles, and Edward Dmytryk were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>John Wieners and Tallulah Bankhead consorted with witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Susan B. Anthony, Gloria Steinem, and Barbara Jordan were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Un-American witches may appear to believe less in money than in</p>
<p>other forms of circulation.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Alvah Bessie, Herbert Biberman, Lester Cole, and Dalton Trumbo</p>
<p>were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Alfred North Whitehead was a witch sympathizer.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Charles Olson worked for FOR.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Sappho worshipped with other witches in an ancient witch temple.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Frank O’Hara conceived “Personism” as a defense of witchcraft.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Billie Holiday was a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Billie Burke, Veronica Lake, and Elizabeth Montgomery were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Robert Creeley voted for McGovern.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Nazimova was a witch, and Garbo was bewitching as a humorless</p>
<p>Russian.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Hattie McDaniel, Madame Curie, and Mercedes McCambridge were</p>
<p>witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Anne Hutchinson was a monstrous talking witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Arthur Miller was a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Maria Talichief danced bewitchingly.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Very few people were actually afraid of Virginia Woolf in spite of her</p>
<p>witchcraft.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The supernatural powers of the aristocracy have occasionally mingled</p>
<p>with those of a commoner.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Hilma af Klint, Hilda Doolittle, and Helen Adam were witches.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Teresa was first known as the Witch of Avila.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Joan or Jeanne attempted to escape prosecution by leaping from a</p>
<p>tower.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Agnes Martin, Agnes Varda, and Agnes Moorehead are witches.</p>
<p>When Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and Robert Kennedy spoke,</p>
<p>the power of their words could be felt in disparate locations at the</p>
<p>same time.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Engine trouble at 20,000 feet may bring a witch back to earth.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Harvey Milk was shot right in City Hall while trying to reason with a</p>
<p>witchhunter.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I have personally known witches whose voices seemed to rise out of a</p>
<p>hole in the earth as if it were a mouth.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Hannah Weiner saw words — like the Apostle John — and if she is not</p>
<p>a saint, she is a witch.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 Elizabeth Willis</span></p>
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		<title>Pure Repetition by Erdal Inci</title>
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<span class="font-12">Light Wave in Geneose</span>
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<div class="post-header"><span style="float: left;">Introduction</span><span class="article-category">GIFs</span></div>
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You might not know what a GIF is, but if you use the internet you’ve seen one. GIF (pronounced with a soft “J” rather than a hard “G”) stands for Graphics Interchange Format &#8211; a small file format that contains one to two seconds of animation or video and loops it continuously. GIFs are so ubiquitous online that websites, such as <a href="http://therumpus.tumblr.com/tagged/gif" target="_blank">The Rumpus</a>, post a GIF of the day. <a href="http://ca.jezebel.com/5944747/in-case-you-havent-barfed-today-here-comes-the-stupidest-fox-news-article-of-all-time" target="_blank">Entire articles are comprised of GIFs.</a> There are <a href="http://ca.gizmodo.com/5951078/heres-the-biggest-animated-gif-party-everand-youre-invited-to-join" target="_blank"> seizure-causing GIF parties</a> and parades where hundreds of GIFs are crowd sourced in a hurry. Tumblr thrives on the easily sharable GIF –silent and perfect for the office. And guess what the Oxford English Dictionary <a href="http://blog.oxforddictionaries.com/press-releases/us-word-of-the-year-2012/" target="_blank">dubbed the Word of 2012</a>? You guessed right.</p>
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<p>The GIF is often used as a way to make an easy <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/yourcommunity/2012/11/twitter-piles-on-toronto-mayor-rob-fords-football-stumble.html" title="mean joke" target="_blank">(and sometimes mean) joke</a> – and it is incredibly good at highlighting an odd expression or a misplaced foot and repeating it ad infinitum. But the GIF as a low-fi art form is gaining practitioners. The GIF can bring out the beauty in a still image with one perfectly placed flicker of movement, such as in the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/27/arts/butler-library-at-columbia-is-a-haven-for-body-and-mind.html" target="_blank">New York Times’ Still Life series</a>. At last year’s Art Basel Miami Beach, an <a href="http://movingthestill.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">entire exhibit entitled “Moving the Still”</a> was devoted to the GIF. This show included Erdal Inci, a Turkish video artist showcased here in <i>Boulderpavement</i>. Inci sticks out from the GIF-making crowd by accentuating a single unbroken movement. He specializes particularly in beautiful movements, such as in the hand-weaving figure in “Poi by Devrim”, and in the light movement of “Light Wave in Geneose” – commissioned for this issue’s focus on repetition. The result is repetition in its most pure, hypnotic, and beautiful state.<br />
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<span class="copyright-info">© 2013 Erdal Inci</span></p>
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<span class="font-12">Poi by Devrim, 2012. Performed by Devrim Ekin Sahin, Sundance, Antalya.</span>
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<span class="font-12">Self in front of Laleli Fountain, Galata 2012.</span>
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<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md2mg4HzwV1qgdc0oo1_500.gif" alt="runner on the cliff , 2009. performed by Ogun Kekul. video version :&nbsp;https://vimeo.com/7355242" ><br />
<span class="font-12">Runner on the cliff, 2009. Performed by Ogun Kekul.</span>
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		<title>The Language of the Underlands by Jaap Blonk</title>
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<p>Jaap Blonk is a remarkable self-taught composer, performer, visual artist and poet. To see him on-stage is to be dumb-struck at first by the seeming oddity of his work – the presentation of abstract vocal sounds and extraordinary facial and bodily gyrations; if one can get past that, one marvels at the sheer inventiveness of his art. He is funny, serious and virtuosic at the same time. He is part sound poet, part sound technology artist, part experimental theatre performer, and he uses improvisation within a structure, or to shape the structure, in many of these modes. He takes his voice and body far beyond the normal range of expression which the rest of us use in daily communication.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Blonk’s background as a mathematician and saxophonist has fed his flight into sound composition and performance, and his influences can be found in jazz, performance art, conceptual creation, sound art, and electronic music. He is a unique artist working in a narrow, yet distinctive, exciting and entertaining field of avant-garde expression.</p>
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<p>In the late ‘70s Blonk began his engagement with sound poetry, an art form with a variety of antecedents, but often identified strongly with the Dadaist movement, in particular the events known as Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich 1916. Dada intended to turn the art world on its head, to make revolutionary and undefinable art, a kind of anti-art. Cabaret Voltaire, a series of cross-disciplinary performances held on the small stage in Zurich’s Hollandische Meierei café, provided a venue for collaborations amongst musicians, poets, visual artists, and playwrights. Hugo Ball composed and performed what we now call sound poems (“verse ohne worte”) – seemingly nonsense pronouncements of phonemes, vowels, consonants and unnamable sounds in the form of chants, growls and hums – an exploration of the capacities of the mouth and its components.  Sound poetry has survived and evolved consistently since then. In 2001, the National Center for Contemporary Art in Kaliningrad, Russia, published <i>Homo Sonorus</i>, a CD anthology and print catalogue featuring one hundred and ten artists from twenty-two countries, male and female, who perform sound poetry as part of their art. Jaap Blonk is included and is representative of these artists and of the evolution into inter-disciplinary forms.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>One of Blonk’s early inspirations was German artist Kurt Schwitters, whose extended sound poem <i>Ursonate</i> inspired Blonk to memorize and perform it in part or whole hundreds of times in the ‘80s and ‘90s. Blonk has since expanded his repertoire with his own compositions and in collaboration with other sound artists and musicians.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Listeners who find Blonk’s work intriguing might also want to investigate Kurt Schwitters’ visual and sound art, Hugo Ball’s diary <i>Flight Out of Time</i>, recordings by French sound composer and performer Bernard Heidsieck, British sound poet Bob Cobbing, Estonian surrealist poet Ilmar Laaban, and those by Canadians bpNichol, Paul Dutton, and The Four Horsemen sound/performance ensemble, among others.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The Jaap Blonk performance captured here was recorded in The Club at The Banff Centre on October 12, 2012, as part of WordFest.</p>
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<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 Jaap Blonk</span></p>
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		<title>Boxed In  by Betsy Rosenwald</title>
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<span style="float:left;">Artist Statement</span><span class="article-category">Painting</span>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Buildings, houses, cabinets, desks and refrigerators are all box-like containers that hold our belongings for a limited time. When we move or die, our belongings are packed into boxes. Mostly empty, sometimes collapsed, often stacked, with flaps open or closed, the box—that most elemental of forms — has played a significant role in my work for years now.</p>
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<p>In this series, I show boxes in a more absurd, near-animate representation with finger holes for eyes, as if the boxes that contain our discarded lives have taken on a life of their own. Ghostly, finger-like images can float out of one box and hold up another. Drawings and scraps of paper with old titles and cut-out dates are pasted randomly on the surface to hint at the passing of time.</p>
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<p>Since the mid-1990s, my process has been to make and photograph objects and then create paintings from these photographs. I continue to combine all these processes into individual works on paper, wood, and canvas. I began using encaustic (wax) to integrate photos and drawings through transfer processes and collage. The wax provides a unique method of layering and building images, colour, and meaning, while also unifying the surface and materiality of my work. While these worksmight seem a departure, I continue to explore themes of transience, emptiness, and cumulative loss and, ultimately, our inability to hang on to what is most meaningful to us — our homes and possessions, our workplaces and our lives.</p>
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<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 Betsy Rosenwald</span></p>
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		<title>Practice Grounds by Chris Wood</title>
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<div class="post-header"><span style="float: left;">Artist Statement</span><span class="article-category">Audio</span></div>
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<p>This is an audio piece built from recordings of a warm-up exercise for the annual Melissa’s Road Race – a 20-km fun run held in Banff, Alberta every September. This year, 4,500 runners took to the streets of Banff and the race kicked off with a massive group warm-up right outside my bedroom window. I woke to the sound of speakers blasting warm-up instructions to the runners. I made this piece by placing microphones out my window and recording the action.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The context of this recording is important on one level, but ultimately this piece is about repetition and repetition decontextualises. When stripped of its context, repetition can also recontextualise and transform the repeated object and its surroundings into new shapes and expressions of that repetition. Shout in a valley and the echo can tell you the dimensions of the space. Light a match in a dark room and you reveal its shadowy corners.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In physical exercise, a movement repeated and repeated and repeated again manifests a desire to alter the body, making it into a more ideal form. I see repetition in exercise as effort, longing, and rebuilding. This recording layers and processes multiple repetitions, transforming them into new shapes, contexts, and intentions. This transformation is echoed in the voice of the instructor shouting to the runners: &#8220;The reason why I do this move is because you look like birds!”</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Every sound and instrument in the piece is built from or triggered by audio samples of the routine, offering a radical transformation of the original recording. Voices shift in pitch and speed. The backing track rises, falls and is built into evolving reiterations. The repetition of individual sounds breaks apart linear meanings and creates a new space and interpretation of group exercise. In the visual culture we live in, audio art is often understood as an abstract medium. Sounds occupy any space and the transformative potential of repetition is realized. In “Practice Grounds,” all sounds can become birds.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span class="copyright-info">© 2013 Chris Wood</span></p>
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