James Capozzi / poet / USA
 
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We Enter the Cycle at Night and Are Consumed by Fire

 

Night life.

Pitch black with two fingers

Of thick khaki foam, moderate lace on the glass

As the head fades.

Mulberry Street standing there unsanded under five inches of snow,

Contours muffled and more revealed.

People lose

Decades in this room-of-one’s-own, trauma-mongering,

Trafficking in dread shot through with sporadic, manic elation.

This red room’s static

Nothing as form of perfection, boring but moral

Enough to slow down the truth

So you can see it,

Consider it

Of actual durable use—this is the condition to which

All art aspires, thinking

Some poem about duplicity of light (the way it handles

A bell pepper’s shape or walks

Shin deep

Over ice), thinking a rhetoric

Of praise painted with designs of the floating world

(Like tattooed skin

Peeled back by time). Now snow another inch, drop seven degrees,

Freeze the whole thing over again.

 

Nel mezzo

Del cammin di nostra vita:

Pleasure to meet you sitting in a tartan coat

Looking very important and alone, like a present under the tree

Of a house I broke into.

Now I must depart

For class—

Tonight we’re painting apples,

A yellow dress modeled before a red wall’s rhombus,

Hat with grandiose plume.

This is a painting by Matisse. You are you,

Dancing in your room

Or wandering,

In your earlier career, Paris

Avec discman, into erotic encounters with cretins and drummers.

Pleasure to discover this.

Pleasure to take your hand in mine—block in

A spring field incubating asters or

 

Red Gatorade

Tilting in an open cup.

These materials of the human spirit. We create from them something

Which did not before exist—

Deepest blues, reddest reds, gaps in a reef where blind life

Stabs in every direction

For flesh

(Cilia pass it habitually toward the mouth).

This is the ice sea of Saturn now, fugitive caves

Are calling us inside

Their process: what enters will emerge, but changed.

Earth plows through

A billion

Tons of dust, two stars

Collide and detonate, falcons scan noble canyons

From shattered moonlit nests.

This is pleasure, to succumb to dramatic inevitability, be wracked

By headache weather, symmetry, eye-gouging pain.

To live with deer

On a golf course past Salisbury, float stone drunk

In a tub

Mouthing thin words, a sprawling conversation about ourselves

Fading on the farthest red rock in the sea, the last dying

Evening of this room on this earth.

James Capozzi

 

James Capozzi is the author of Country Album (Parlor Press), which won the New Measure Poetry Prize, and Devious Sentiments (Finishing Line Press, 2019). His poems have appeared in Poetry, The New Republic, and  The Iowa Review, and he's been an artist in residence at Benaco Arte, the Vermont Studio Center, and the Woodstock Byrdcliffe Guild. He lives in New Jersey, where he edits the Journal of New Jersey Poets.

http://www.parlorpress.com/freeverse/capozzi

 

Simon Beckmann
Gill Ord / UK
 
 

Gill Ord / UK

 

My practice is rooted in the process of painting, this is a practice that finds its language from landscape architecture and from the experiential. Factors that inform the making are specific to place and memory. 

 

Recent work is connected to the time I spent at the British School at Rome, as an Abbey fellow, autumn 2014. There I worked underground on paintings as a way of looking and of re thinking, remembering not only the visual but also the harder to locate and catalogue, smells, humidity, history. 

 

In 2008 before my Rome residency, I spent 3 months in New Zealand, I made a body of work from the studies, drawings and photographs. Works which expressed some of the reactions and feelings of being/hanging off the other side of the world.

 

This process of gathering information via studies that build into layers of source material, that then allows the resulting paintings to be at points tethered and yet able to find their own site. 

 

Whilst my studio practice is solitary, I am an artist who loves to connect. I co- founded Braziers International artist’s Workshop in 1995, which became Supernormal Festival in 2010. I have worked with UK based and International artists, to bring about symposiums, workshops, and residencies. 

 

Cherry Symth writing on my work suggests: “I’m reminded of Zaha Hadid’s attempts to collapse the distinctions of up and down, inside and out that she called “Planatary Architecture” Ord’s seductive conceptual headlands and refusal to special hierarchies could be dubbed “Planetary Abstraction”

http://www.gillord.co.uk/

 
 
Simon Kroug / Switzerland
 
 
 Title: Silent Growth Technique: linocut, handprinted on paper, ink highlights*, marouflaged to canvas Dimensions: 110 x 90 cm 

Title: Silent Growth Technique: linocut, handprinted on paper, ink highlights*, marouflaged to canvas Dimensions: 110 x 90 cm 

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 Simon Kroug / Switzerland

"Joya: arte + ecología is one of those places that I seek for my work: here, the genius loci allows you to feel the strength of the natural world, to become aware - if not already - of its great fragility, and to live in total harmony with it. The family that welcomes you here is an integral part of this natural world and invites you to contemplate, express yourself and work under the influence of the alpine desert of the mountains of Almería.
 
By “lived landscape”, I mean “experienced landscape”. A place that has been physically tested, with my feet as well as with my eyes. The resonances of the landscape, of the place, on my being. Its space, its dimensions, through which I can collect energy flow, memories and so many other sensations".
 
*highlights being red ink applied after printing
 
See more of the work of Simon Kroug here...
 
  http://www.simonkroug.com/