Showing posts with label visual poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label visual poems. Show all posts

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Volodymyr Bilyk. This is visual poetry.

bilyk-cover

The backstory of the series is in the aborted project of releasing Raymond Chandler novels. Pieces – which are font collages started as the illustrations. It was to be the blink into the characters mind. Then the project was shut down – but I was too much in this thing – almost obsessed. I was fulfilled by it and I had a need to exhaust it to the bottom.

The central idea is the collision of the dada-sensibility (mostly inspired by the collages of Kurt Schwitters, Hannah Hoch and Raoul Hausmann), the hard-boiled images (Raymond Chandler, Dashiel Hammett, James Cain, Jim Thompson) and the film noir atmosphere (Night of the Hunter, The Big Heat, Touch of Evil, Maltese Falcon). The link between them is Jean-Michel Basquat and his highly expressive, straight-to-the-point chaotic style. His compositional method is the most adequate for the purpose of recreating kaleidoscopical frenzy.

The reader (because the images are built with fonts which contains letter which got the forms of certain images or placed to look as the certain images) is like the private eye remembering his last job. Remembering that he looked for the thing long enough to be haunted by it, to become obsessed by it. All he can remember are this blinks and from the blinks he builds the backstory and the stories between the blinks.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Black Square. Updated.

In Ukraine 
the word Update 
means something 
horribly different 
even the opposite 
because of its overuse 
in the propaganda 
of the ruling party 
and the consequences 
of their work.



Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sound Poem from the Visual Poem "Kesytetty (tamed)"





listen to 3



rakastaa = love

(It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox. "Good morning," the little prince responded politely,
although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please--tame me!" he said.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry )




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