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War in Images, Literature and Slideshow
Much art concerns experience. What we know. But at the same time we need to express what we feel about what we hear about, or see on our screens, the hyper-real. So although we may often be advised to “write about what we know about”, it is also important to write about what we don’t know about but by which we are moved. Calamity should not be deemed out of bounds because not directly experienced. The most terrifying novel of World War 1 was written by Walter Owen from a sanitorium – The Cross of Carl (Grey Suit Editions).
I have feelings that result from the horrific images, the suffering I see. It is the duty of my imagination to manifest my unease, my loathing of war. To free my imagination, I often rely on chance: drawing on old blotch-covered sheets or drawing with the eyes closed. I am only partially in control, I accept my inexperience. I can only try. Click on each image to expand.
War – a short video slideshow drawn with the eyes closed.
Posted in art, Politics, Video, war
Tagged Anthony Howell, drawing, drawing with eyes closed., war
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Matching Democrats
I first posted this in 2020. Still one of my favourite posts, though it didn’t get much attention at the time.
Hillary matching James Nares.
Hunter Biden and his art.
References:
https://edition.cnn.com/style/article/hillary-clinton-washington-home-photos/index.html
There’s a new artist in Town. The name is Biden.
Adam Popescu, New York Times, February 28, 2020
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Aquileia a Cappella: Knots in a Mosaic
I am very excited that the libretto I wrote for a performance opera that was inspired by the great early Christian church in Aquileia has now been set to music and recorded.
See also Shadow of a Campanile.
More details to follow. I now have to create the accompanying performance. I will need five performers. Anyone interested should contact me.
My thanks to all involved so far. Below are the first audio takes.
Nepenthes
The only evidence of invisible women,
These anatomical vaginas form themselves
From stalks that have grown out of leaves.
Aberrant blooms that have got it all wrong?
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Or are they the next delicious thing –
More alluring than the vampires of Berlin?
Each one a purple vial to drown a rat in,
Patiently ingesting its remains. Time-honoured
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Transformation! Protein changed to lush vegetation.
Quintessential females, lidded so as to prevent
Premature exit, who float above their dais of moss.
Urns presented in chorus: a choir of harpies
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Making up an exhibit in a tent more sweat-inducing
Than any rain forest. Their low-level chandeliers
Actually remind me of the milking machines
That get attached in parlours. Just as effectively
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They squeeze the goodness out of their nutrients.
Clearly their role is to further promiscuous metaphor
Rather than resemble any other plant
On show here at a sweltering Hampton Court.
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First published 2014 in Silent Highway, Anvil Press Poetry – now available through Carcanet
Deep State
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Inside the Beltway, it’s a black hole.
Outside? Only desert islands.
Actual desert islands, none with much of a palm.
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Castaway means left behind,
Less than a dot on the map.
Not in sight. No way borne in mind.
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Look, it’s not just doom and gloom,
It’s worse, far worse, in fact. You made the wrong mistakes,
The ones that fuck you up.
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There’s no escape from how your life pans out.
What you were doing was never going
To get you anywhere. Your island is the dullest of all ends.
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Even the sea can’t be seen from there.
The shore is walled off, the sky
Obstructed by a ceiling. That poet got it wrong.
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Island? More like a cell
Afloat without a funnel.
You could be staring into a well
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Or walking down a tunnel
That gets darker, and that’s all it does.
There’s no light at the end of it, whatever
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Anyone told you. Only those pigs who scratch
Each other’s backs bask in the sun.
How could you cast pearls before such swine?
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More about my flipbook – Three Novellas.
Bellamy’s Stroller – my second novella – conveys us into an animated panorama based on Hogarth’s illustrations of 18th century England, where the life of the theatre and the theatre of life are forever getting confused. The story culminates in a scene derived from Defoe’s History of the Pirates.
Click on this link https://heyzine.com/flip-book/d1e0b7c35e.html
The link gives any reader free access to my Three Novellas – written over thirty years ago. Heyzine flipbooks offer me the option to update the version provided here – and in the future I will give it an ISBN.
Turn the pages (forward or back) by clicking on the little arrows at the foot of each page. Warning – my advice is to turn off the sound by clicking the icon in the upper right hand corner.
Click this link for the complete bookshelf of Heyzine publications
Posted in Ebooks and flipbooks, FICTION
Tagged Anthony Howell, flipbook, Hogarth, novellas
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