Posts By Dave Bonta
This Is Not A Sales Pitch by Marianne Morris
A collaboration between artist Vanessa Hodgkinson and poet Marianne Morris, according to the video description at Vimeo.
The film is a mixture of a shoot at Leighton House Museum, London, where the artist is recreating Ingres’ Le Bain Turc, surrounded by her own personal ‘Orientalist’ objects that tell her story, and footage from a british documentary on the storming of the Iranian embassy in Iran in the early 1980s, as well as YouTube footage of more recent activities at the embassy in London, but also the British Embassy in Tehran.
The work aims to combine recreation in both painterly and documentary styles of film-making, with real life events filmed by members of the public.
Written in My Dream by William Carlos Williams
This kinetic text poetry animation by Nikolaus Lesnik uses a reading by Allen Ginsberg.
The God of Sugar by Vicki Feaver
Alastair Cook‘s latest filmpoem features cinematography by James William Norton and a terrific score by Luca Nasciuti. Vicki Feaver is a highly regarded, regularly anthologized English poet with three poetry collections out.
Cioran by Peter Wullen
Peter Wullen; voice: Bart Stouten; concept, camera, editing, music: Swoon. Of all the many videopoems Swoon has put together, this may well be my favorite so far.
Subway Services by Philip Dacey
A neon animation by Jack Feldstein based on a poem by Philip Dacey.
The Last Days of the Suicide Kid by Charles Bukowski
An award-winning film by Dutch filmmaker and artist RJ (Jetze Roel van Assen).
Zachary Schomburg’s Poem-Film “Your Limbs Will Be Torn Off In a Farm Accident” featured as a “last poem I loved” at The Rumpus
The popular arts and culture magazine The Rumpus has a regular feature called “The Last Poem I Loved,” and the April 26 installment, by Dena Rash Guzman, focuses explicitly on the film version of a poem. This is of note not simply because it will be widely read, but because such detailed and highly personal reader/viewer responses to videopoems are far from common.
I didn’t really read the poem. The poem is a movie, too. I heard and saw and loved the poem.
It was like me. I was the poem already; my own limbs had been torn off when I moved to a farm in the Oregon woods, where I became a sort of tree. That reads as little bit new age, but I can explain the metaphor no better than Schomburg does in his poem-film. It is his own. It could be a redneck metaphor, or a hippie one, an academic one, or a Freudian one. Sometimes a metaphor is just a cigar.
I mean only to say, I met this poem at a time when it might have saved my life and I have returned to it many times since for CPR.
poem by Syrian refugee Tarek
Lebanese filmmaker Eliane Raheb directs. From the Free Arab website:
Since the start of the revolutions, Friday has become a symbolic day for all Arab protestors, it is the day to take down the streets and ask for changing the regime. From his refuge in Beirut, Tarek who is unable to demonstrate against the regime in Lattakia, uses his pen to write a poem, in tribute to the protesters everywhere in Syria
