To celebrate the launch of the second edition of Astropolis by Astra Papachristodoulou (pub. Hesterglock Press), as well as the launch of the NeoptiCo Collectiv, Poem Atlas is hosting the Future-Facing exhibition online until September 15th.
From the exhibition page:
Sometimes in the rush to predict the future, we tend to forget that we are shaping it. This exhibition of visual poetry and photography offers a kaleidoscope of potential futures and challenges our complex relationship with technology – each NeoptiCo Collective member adds their own interpretation of this theme using their own unique poetic voice. We are proud to present this exhibition which offers a glimpse into Neo-Futurist poetics.
The exhibition can be viewed in full here, even after it officially ends.
My piece floral mimicry subtypes in humans will be featured in the forthcoming Rewilding anthology, published by the Crested Tit Collective. It involves visual aspects similar to those seen in my whynow illustrated responses, as well as handwriting as opposed to typography, aiming to give the impression of reworked field notes.
The anthology will be “on the topic of ecology, including but not limited to: poetry, essays, ephemera, objects and art”. Other poets featured, as well as CTC members, include Astra Papachristodoulou, Karen Sandhu, CA Conrad, and Aaron Kent; the full list of contributors can be found here.
My poem frames per second has been published by Re-Side.
in that sense / sense that in creating
the figure an attachment forms
between forms in claymation
Part of the sixth issue and on the topic of connections, each writer was randomly assigned a word from a list to be included in the first line, and the final line had to include the following word in the list. My words were “replaceable” and “sister”. It was the latter that I struggled with most, so I focused on the former, and ended up writing a poem about stop-motion puppetry. More specifically, I mainly wrote about Blood Tea and Red String by Christiane Cegavske. I was ill a lot when I was younger and I often found myself watching the film on my laptop while laying in bed, dozing in and out to the adventures of the strange creatures therein.
The issue is available to be read in full here.
I was invited to take part in a Crested Tit Collective Earth Day reading of Unnamed Dragonfly Species by Juliana Spahr.
From the video description:
To mark Earth Day, the CTC and friends present a community recording of Unnamed Dragonfly Species by Juliana Spahr. We read as a reminder of two crucial things at this moment in our history: – That more and more of the Earth’s vibrant species are becoming extinct or endangered all the time. – That we humans DO CARE, that we all feel hopeless and helpless at times, but that we are capable of doing more.
In different times I would have gone around the Fens filming different sections of river and perhaps some fields to voiceover. I did try to use an orchid as a prop to reintroduce some of the nature aspect but it was not to be, though I did end up using a candle in the short version (“melting”) after weighing it up against an ice lolly shaped like a watermelon slice. Not pictured: the number of times I stumbled over the phrase “plants in containers” and said “plants icotainers” instead.
It was lovely to be included in the reading, an international one at that, especially in current times where it’s so easy to feel distant from others, and also to mark something so timely.
CTC also held a live poetry reading on the day, which I unfortunately missed but is able to be watched here.
My poem inflection points has been published by Permeable Barrier.
it prequelled it ~ tearing red thread
; a void calls at train tracks
the station drawn out as a circle
Written after Noriko’s Dinner Table (紀子の食卓) with a focus on Tokyo Ueno Station, also incorporating my own experiences.
Not featured: on my last day in Tokyo, I walked around every set of coin lockers in the entire station looking for somewhere to store my suitcases for a few hours before I got the overnight bus back to Osaka. They were all full, so I ended up going to a manned luggage drop-off instead. The following day I checked the news for whatever reason and found out that a few hours after I’d left, a body had been found in a large suitcase that had been left in one of the coin lockers. Exactly the size of locker I was seeking out.
The poem is able to read in full here.