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These two poems started during the last Balkans war and have continued in development until the present [ 23 October 2005 ]. The multimedia versions [ click on images ] consist of remixed texts and imagery sampled mostly from online news sources; with background audio samples recorded from online sources, often interactive audio sites, using cheap computer speakers and a microphone. More professionally recorded spoken word versions are offered as well [ mp3's open presized windows ]. I view these works as fragments that reflect upon our conflicted planet. They are not finished, but retreat is impossible. The files may take a moment to load. Poems open by using MouseOver, prodding inside the animation. More digital arts can be found at notablog. I can be contacted at runran @ runran.net. |
Tossed turkey skin and bones to the gulls as food was airlifted to the homeless. Planted flower seeds and dug dandelions as exiles fled across the far border. Watched children build castles at low tide as others huddled on cardboard beds. Watched moonlight braid across the bay as smoking rubble filled the Tigris. Read a good poem about God and potatoes as the serpent devoured its same tail. turkey_ghazal.mp3 |
We have come to this place again, poised and counting corpses. Like carrion in ruined temples, the blame festers in us. The Emperor's head is propped high on the body of the Sun. It should come as no surprise, this fiery womb of nations. Keep singing slow to our end: husha, husha, we all fall down. husha_ghazal.mp3 |