Abeceda
written by Vitĕzslav Nezval
Karel Teige (1900-51)
Czechoslovakia 1923
Letterpress on paper 30.5 x 47cm
Abeceda Antiquariat, Munich
The book Abeceda (Alphabet) is a composite of experimental
poetry, modern dance, graphic design and photomontaged typography.
Based on a poem by Vitĕzslav Nezval in the order of the letters of the
Latin alphabet. Each double page features a set of quatrains facing a
sometimes abstracted letter composed of typographic elements and a
photograph of the dancer Milca Mayerova. He was not trying to
illustrate the words through images or typography, but instead to foster
a similarly poetic dialogue between text and images. The entire project
explored the relationships between verbal and visual art, industrial
technology and mass media in a new way.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
abeceda
Labels: "Abeceda", "vintage photography", "Vitezslav Nezval", 1922, alphabet, poetry
Sunday, November 16, 2008
cleverly we tumble along
Beside the moonlit sidewalk,
lay grass, gravel, and my shadow,
slinging the light and
resting each step in my memory, keeping count.
I reached over to a door handle and let in a sprite.
Only,
it was not me who unhitched the latch.
The culprit was the shadow.
image by Frantisek Drtikol
Labels: "Frantisek Drtikol", dreams, moonlight, poetry, shadows, subconscious, words
Monday, November 10, 2008
under the umbrella of our atmosphere
We are safe, from the void of air reaching us.
What happens if the void crosses the boundary and rings in the ears of
the listening?
Does the Earth tremble and collapse in on itself?
Will there be essences in laughter to the eyesight of stripped oxygen?
Do we evaporate and disappear,
or implode releasing a blip.
..just a thought.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
air cooled engine
.."I fetched the little flowers in my teeth and brought them back to him.
He told me then I was too bad to be treated so gently by everyone,
and that he knew how to punish me. He ordered me to mount a nearby table."
That is where I am right now and the table is just big enough
to straddle and cut. The rest of the pieces which fall to the ground
are scooped up by the pet ants. Now, i wish to have the hot air
balloon dress to lift my ass.