| Monday, February 13, 2006
| Poems I wrote while watching tv
poems I wrote while watching tv
Thank you for all of your emails asking where the updates were this week. I really appreciate that I do have people out there who view my blog, and was especially pleased at the random email I received from Germany which simply said "where are updates?? Are you ok?" I can assure you that I am indeed "ok" and I will resume the normal updates tomorrow. I ve been working on some illustration projects for two different books, and thus had to take a break from my normal painting schedule. But please, never hesitate to email me, I love recieving feedback, and can honestly say that this is a driving force that keeps me creating every day. Just for all of you out there, whether you are working in a cubicle, your monitor conveinently tilted away from the view of your boss, trying to pass the time, or sitting at home. I do my best to bring you your daily image to make you laugh, think, and give you a little glimpse into the images which float around in my head. So again. Thank you all so much, and I'll keep on creating as long as you keep logging on.
I have almost finished the cover illustration for Mike Palecek's new book "Terror Nation" which according to Mainstay press' website is a "story of a small-town sports writer who turns his interest to writing letters to the editor after he has retired from the paper. He was once a Reagan Republican but after his wife died he began to hear her voice, perhaps a little stronger than when she was around. He turns his politics 180 degrees. His family — or is it the government — puts him in the local insane asylum not three blocks from his home.
The second project which is finally coming to fruition is a collaboration between myself and writer Travis Jeppesen. Almost a year ago we both realised we were creating similar subject matter. I was making paintings from elements of television stills, and he was writing poetry while watching television. Both of us have transplanted our bodies to Prague, and if you think watching television in America is already surreal, you should experience the strangeness of trying to follow an episode of "friends" dubbed into czech. While neither of us knew each other at the time, we both confronted the absolute mediocrity and normalcy of television with artwork. After stumbling upon our realization that we were drawing our inspiration from the same source we set out to collaborate, and I am proud to say that the book is now available for pre-order. The book will feature over 40 full color reproductions of my paintings as well as over 50 poems and haikus by Jeppesen. A limited edition of only 500 copies will be made available, and "Poems I wrote while watching TV" is the first of a series of books to be published by "Blatt Books" . Blatt's mission statement is the following.
"“We hope to be an engine for those interested in
challenging dominant modes of perception, be it in the realm of letters or in visual mediums, or some cross-over between the two. We’re interested in artists, writers, thinkers, madmen, skeptics, and skydivers who are creating their own languages, carving out their own systematic approaches to the world that have nothing to do with anything else going on today. We want to be a forum for the voiceless, those who, by dint of artificial barriers such as language or purity of vision, don’t fit in with any current trends or cultural definitions. We’re into challenging preconceived notions of good and evil. We’re young, angry, horny, and persistent. We’re fighting a war against the mediocrity that surrounds us. We’re here to fuck shit up.”
You can pre-order "Poems I wrote while watching tv"
and just to wet your apetite (and because most of you are familiar with my work) here's a sample of one of Jeppesen's poems.
Pieces of matter transformed into holes.
Leave the pieces at salvation’s doorstep.
A million different ways of coming apart now.
It seems like the forevers once knew my sandwich.
Not anymore. So much
Passion in those files, the poisson in our archive,
Our history of lightness.
Deepness dwells inside the running man.
So many different spheres of inactivity competing to combine the two blank factors.
We haven’t slept together yet.
My human warmth blues get me down style.
Splurge into forgiveness; the puppet trope’s battle.
When the buttock soars… Present escapes flashes of transplanted genus. Know how
Beneficial icy snatches of paradise can be when you’re singing the praises of the whale.
Dark splotches matter deeply.
|posted by Jeremiah Palecek @ 1:54 PM