Water:Pillow

 

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For many years I collaborated with Tim Wilson (a.k.a undule; a.k.a. .sWineDriveR.) on several artistic projects.  We were roommates for a time and took some classes together.  We finished each other's homework, journals, and added our touches to each other's paintings (He is an infinitely more skilled artist than I, but he was always very generous with his encouragement and feedback; he even gave me my first set of brushes and tubes of Liquitex).  

 

One of our largest collaborations was Plastic Tub, which is, as far as I know, the first, if not only, work of fiction using Wiki software.

We shared (share?) a lot of ideas in common, but we have very different personalities and beliefs.  After our first rift, I reached out a few years later and it was great to speak to him again, because some of my most productive conversations about art and literature were with Tim.  Never a dull or derivative idea.  

For a man who loved pseudonyms, he was always honest, sometimes brutally so.  Not always an easy guy to get along with, especially when liquor entered into the equation.  And the same is to be said of me.  I don't get so wild anymore, but back in the day I drank in order to get dronk, with Rimbaud's "derangement of the senses" firmly and pretentiously in mind.  I could get pretty deranged and become an insufferable and boorish twat.  I'd calmed down by the time my wife left me, but the grief of our separation was the final nail in the coffin in which time and the trail of wounded laid that youthful, exaggerated exuberance to rest.

The Tub played a part in Tim and I falling out:  different levels of commitment, different ideas of where it should go, alcohol.  Pity, because the Tub is a genuinely strange, funny, and intelligent work of satire and yet also a "serious" aesthetic manifesto.  There were four core writers, including The Gid and Steven Vogeler, and I think three other people added some passages.  While lacking heft in some parts, it's a pretty thorough praxis of the ideas we developed into a "high-modernist '-ism'" we called "AA" (pun intended), or "Accidental Associationalism."  

Surrealism, Discordianism, Gnosticism, Alchemy, détournement, and whimsy....aficionados of each will find something to love in the depths of the Tub....

It seems I write a little blurb about the Tub every few years because I think it deserves to be recognized as a unique and early example of the collaborative artistic possibilities facilitated by the internet.  Not HTML fiction but Wiki fiction.  A collaborative assemblage of ideas is intrinsic to the Wiki concept....

 

Tim is real smart, extremely well-read, and is a deep well of original and creative works of art across many media, from painting to film-making, collage, and video game design.  He taught himself how to make add-on modules for video games and ended up working for some industry leaders on big projects, including Borderlands and Duke Nukem Forever.

Despite our acrimonious parting of ways, I can't deny the man's big influence on my artistic endeavors....which can't be said of another collaborator he worked with, a guy who based whole shows on one of Tim's ideas and never once tipped his hat -- sadly endemic in art circles.  Tim encouraged me to pick up a paintbrush and helped me to liberate my poetry from undue influences.  I owe him a lot, lit-wise, and everything, painting-wise.  Anger and sadness aside, I still am glad I met the guy; he literally changed my life.

The clip above is from a film he made titled Water:Pillow.  I think it was first screened in 1994, when I was 24.  I'm the guy in the fedora, and The Gid is the guy with the head wound.  This was a fun project to work on, and Tim really worked the medium of 16mm with all kinds of experimental techniques I had never even imagined.  It's a weird and funny film, and the clip is a good representation of the kind of "dark whimsy" that pops up in his oeuvre from time to time.

 

Anyway, I just wanted to share this clip, because it was a big part of my life for an academic year or so, and it features your LoS authors.

His YouTube page has other snippets for your perusal.

All in the Family: Poets and Writers

 

I published my novella The Ice Mine in 2018, but my great-aunt Alice Adkins beat me to it by 84 years.

 

Alice was a badass. She was blind, yet traveled to Africa, Asia, Australia, the Arctic Circle, and of course, Europe.  She translated from the French and also spoke German, I believe.  Family letters show a woman who was kind, whip-smart, cultivated, and unstoppable.  Her husband was a geographer of some note (part of the delegation which hammered out the Treaty of Versailles, for example), Douglas Johnson, and apparently she was a woman who could go toe-to-toe with him on any day of the week.

 

She published Fog Phantoms and other Poems in 1934.  This slim volume contains original poems and translations from the French.  Here's one of her poems from her school days, 31 years prior: 

from Adytum, 1903:

 

The Secret 

 

The wind is whisp'ring thro' the leafy trees; 

The rippling brooklet answers to the breeze. 

Fleecy clouds across the sky are trailing, 

In the sea of sunshine slowly sailing; 

 

And the ferns and grasses swing and sway; 

While the birds make music all the day. 

Birds and brooklet — tell me what you sing, 

You and yonder bubbling little spring, 

 

Is it on the past you're fondly dwelling, 

O'er and o'er some simple story telling? 

Won't you tell me clearly, all the tale, 

All the secrets of this dreamy vale? 

 

Ah ! But they are secrets, every one, 

Many, many ; but we tell to none; 

 

For the youths and maidens often wander 

To the fatal tree and boulder yonder, 

Tho' we listen long it is in vain! 

We only know they leave thro' lover's lane.

 

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I don't know when he wrote it, but my great-grandfather Alvin Adkins (1853-1926) wrote the following poem, probably close to his death.  Alvin was a farmer, but he was an intellectual man as well.  His wife Emily was descended from Dutch settlers who'd established farms in what is now Brooklyn as early as the the 1650's.  Through her, I am a distant relative of Humphrey Bogart. 

 

Bury Me on the Hill Top High

Under the blue and starlit sky,
Placing my feet towards Sun Rise Street
Placing my head where sun sets meet,
Leaving one hand next to the Northern Light
Placing the right toward the South land bright.

Leave my soul in the care of God
Bury my hopes where Christ had trod,
Think of the Christ who died for me
Think of the Christ who made men free
Give to the world the best of will
Render to man ill for ill.

Forget me not in life's years
When time has dried your loving tears
Enrich the land that gave us birth
Make more happy this home of earth,
Honor the God whose land ye till,
Seeking the best your mission fulfill.

But when you bury my body in the hill top high
Under the blue and starlit sky,
Bury my love in the love of my friends
Letting it live there till Christ descends
Let it grow through eternity's end.

Alvin, along with his dad Isaac and his son Elgin, my grandfather, also have the distinct honor of having been arrested for attempted murder!  How now, Caravaggio?

 

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My most renowned in ancestor, writing-wise, was my great-aunt, from my mom's side, who was a successful romance novelist. Her name was Tilly Armstrong, but she published under other names as well.  Tilly served terms as both Chair and VP of the Romantic Novelists' Association (UK).  Before her writing career, she'd worked for the World Health Organization in Geneva, and later, for 18 months in Canada.  At some point she became the personal secretary to the Chairman of British Steel, Lord Melchett.  Quite a woman. 

 

.As Tilly Armstrong

• Lightly Like a Flower (1978)
• Come Live With Me (1979)
• Joy Runs High (1979)
• Limited Engagement (1980)
• Summer Tangle (1983)
• Small Town Girl (1984)
• Pretty Penny (1985)

As Tania Langley

• Dawn (1980)
• Mademoiselle Madeleine (1981)
• The London Linnet (1985)
• Genevra (1987)

As Kate Alexander

• Fields of Battle (1981)
• Friends and Enemies (1982)
• Paths of Peace (1984)
• Bright Tomorrows (1985)
• Songs of War (1987)
• Great Possessions (1989)
• The Shining Country (1991)
• The House of Hope (1992)
• Voices of Song (1994)
• The Anthology of Love and Romance (edited, 1994) (including stories by Rosamunde Pilcher, Georgette Heyer, Edith Wharton et al)
• Family Trees (1995)
• Love and Duty (1998)
  

So, there you have it. Go Tilly! Some of my literary antecedents. 

 

My great-uncle Homer Burton Adkins was an author of scientific textbooks, and was a leading organic chemist of his time.  The Adkins Catalyst and Adkins-Peterson reaction bear his name.  My second cousin Roger, Homer's son, worked in the Office of Management and Budget, working face to face with Presidents from Eisenhower to Clinton.  Roger was not a "front office" guy, but Google the OMB and his name and he's all over the place.

 

One day, I'll get into all these things, but just wanted to name-check some of the literary ancestors I never knew existed when I started writing as a teenager....

"Good Luck, Toni" A new book, a new website, and a book signing....

 

 

 

I. 

 

Back in December, 2018 I posted that my friend Waîthira Francis had published her first novel, My Name is Toni.

I'm pleased to report that she's published a sequel, Good Luck, Toni.

Toni is no longer a naïve, young Kenyan immigrant struggling with her religious upbringing as she navigates the mores of an unfamiliar culture, but a married woman, a mother, and a working professional.

"Her life is not spared the drama, love snares and shenanigans that seem to follow Toni everywhere."

Francis has created a website where you can order copies from her directly:  Waîthira Francis.

II.

I've organized a reading/book signing for November 12th at 8PM.   The reading will take place at The Wild Rose (17, rue Maury, Toulouse; you can contact the venue directly at 09 81 84 88 06.)  

In addition to Francis, I will be reading from my novella, The Ice Mine.  Books will be available for purchase and signing.  This reading was originally planned for over a year ago but was derailed by the pandemic.

Fabrice Gieryga will play a few songs and I will sing on one song and play tambourine on some others.  The reading and music will last an hour and a half at most. 

The Lost Generation had Paris in the 20's and 30's.  The Beats called an unnamed hotel at 9, rue Gît-le-Cœur home from the late 50's to the early 60's.  Will Toulouse become known as a literary hotbed for the expat writers of Generation X?  Come help make it happen.  At the least you can grab a drink and hear some literature and live music.... 

A few words from the critics....

Le Colber

Here's either some shameless self-promotion or just some plain ol' Johnny Hustle.  Hopefully you don't see this as smarmy tooting of my own horn.  I just want you to read the book!  Two of these blurbs have already appeared on the blog but I've gathered them all together in this here post.  All quite positive, which is flattering and humbling.

In addition to Amazon, in Toulouse it can be found on the shelves of Ombres Blanches and in Verdun-sur-Garonne at Le Colber....

And of course you can find it directly on the Whisk(e)y Tit website!

Thanks to all the reviewers....

Ombres Blanches

On Amazon.fr


Alex McC
William Burroughs meets Heart of Darkness
5 Stars
8 août 2018


This first-person narrative really feels like back in the Heart of Darkness, only this time the voyage is through a futuristic terrain, and the narrator is coming off a drug addiction. The story flowed easily, with bouts of philosophical musings that were poignant and that had me laughing at times. I would have enjoyed an even longer book, as the only criticism I can think is that the novella size does it injustice. Well worth the read. Kudos to Adkins on his first novel... definitely want to read more of his books.

On Amazon.com

J. Frankel
A madman goes in search of the Ice Mine
5 Stars
December 12, 2018

The Ice Mine
Steven M. Adkins’ ‘The Ice Mine, “The Relation” of Ricardo Etienne Bream’ is a hallucinatory novella of a madman’s quest for a mythical place, in this case an Ice Mine. The narrator has lost his wife, children, home, and job through addiction to narcotics. He manages to kick his addiction and hopes to recover at least some semblance of a life, in the course of which he discovers among his books ‘Relations’ of other travellers who have gone in search of the Ice Mine, which may lie to the north, or the east, or the south. Most who light out to find it never return. The narrative has the feel of Browning’s strange Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, a poem he dreamed.

Adkins’ prose is sonically rich, full of words like ‘blorp’, evoking comics as much as classic sci fi. The heart of his writing is surrealism and the great strength is his fine rendering of a marginal consciousness riven by guilt and self-hatred. He compares self-pity to the honey of bees, something he defecates at night and consumes in the morning. The story alternates between his adventures into terra incognito, encounters with mythical beasts and dangerous defiles, rocky wastes, storms and dust, and reflections on his life and the history of his people. It is a novel of alienation and nightmare, enlivened by the knowing prose, which straddles the abyss between the ludicrous and the terrifying.

Amazon Customer
Awesome read!
5 Stars
February 18, 2019
Verified Purchase

Like Pynchon meets Asimov, seriously, this book is amazing. Thanks!

Amethyst
Creative and beautifully written
5 Stars
March 19, 2019
Verified Purchase

I did not know what to expect when I picked up The Ice Mine. I brought it along on vacation to peruse during down times. However, I found myself devouring the book at every chance. The writing is gorgeous. You can tell every word Adkins wrote was carefully considered and crafted with love. I also love that Adkins created his own setting, his own world, and wrote about this world as if we all lived in it. It was one of those books - a book where you can't help thinking of all the people you know who would love it too. In fact, I just bought another copy to send to my sister. If you pick up The Ice Mine, be prepared to do nothing else but sit in your armchair with a cup of tea - having a good read.

On Instagram

brianbiswas
May 24, 2019

Absolutely floored by this book: The Ice Mine, by Steven M. Adkins (Whisk(e)y Tit Press). The writing is beautiful, and reminds me of Alvaro Mutis (Maqroll), one of the great South American magical realists. It’s the account of a journey to a mysterious—and possibly mythical—place dubbed “The Ice Mine”. The description throughout is thick and richly-textured. Luscious. Drop-dead gorgeous. (You get the idea.) It’s one of those books that is so heavenly, so involving, that when you finish it you immediately want to read it again (which I will!).
#bookstagram #booksbooksbooks #whiskeytit

 

October 9:  Ombres Blanches has sold all copies of the book and I've gotten 2 5-star reviews on Good Reads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41129777-the-ice-mine

Links to Links

Got some referrals recently:

The Knights of the Golden Circle blog reproduced Lone Star Republics orignally here.

Big League Politics referred to Freemasonries: David Henry X°, Clandestinity and Recognition in What Was Kamala Harris Staffer And His Masonic Brothers Doing Behind The LAPD During Trayvon Riots? and Kamala Harris Aide, A Masonic ‘Grand High Priest’ And Phony Cop, Spoke On Her Behalf At Grandmaster Gathering.  I don't endorse their site, it's just me being a completist....

That is all.

I'm not a fighter, I'm an ostrich.

My publisher Whisk(e)y Tit has published an interview with me about my novella, The Ice Mine.  Jon Frankel sent me the questions by email and I tried my best to explain the origins of the book and my poetic endeavors.  If you have a moment, please check it out.  You can order the book via the Tit website or on Amazon. 

Jon's work is also available on these platforms.  His "lo-tech noir" novels are vivid and finely-honed visions of a dystopian future both incredibly strange and sadly familiar.  He's a voracious reader and his works are a mix of pulp fiction and true erudition.  I don't know anyone with such a deep and wide knowledge of English literature, and though he doesn't whack you over the head with it, his books are filled with sly references to "the English canon".  Harold Bloom would approve! 

Jon's "blogh" is also worth a gander:  The Last Bender.

I'm not a fighter, I'm an ostrich.

".... the abyss between the ludicrous and the terrifying."

Hey ho!  Got a new review of The Ice Mine on Amazon by J  Frankel.   5 lucky stars:

Steven M. Adkins’ ‘The Ice Mine, “The Relation” of Ricardo Etienne Bream’ is a hallucinatory novella of a madman’s quest for a mythical place, in this case an Ice Mine. The narrator has lost his wife, children, home, and job through addiction to narcotics. He manages to kick his addiction and hopes to recover at least some semblance of a life, in the course of which he discovers among his books ‘Relations’ of other travellers who have gone in search of the Ice Mine, which may lie to the north, or the east, or the south. Most who light out to find it never return. The narrative has the feel of Browning’s strange Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came, a poem he dreamed. 

Adkins’ prose is sonically rich, full of words like ‘blorp’, evoking comics as much as classic sci fi. The heart of his writing is surrealism and the great strength is his fine rendering of a marginal consciousness riven by guilt and self-hatred. He compares self-pity to the honey of bees, something he defecates at night and consumes in the morning. The story alternates between his adventures into terra incognito, encounters with mythical beasts and dangerous defiles, rocky wastes, storms and dust, and reflections on his life and the history of his people. It is a novel of alienation and nightmare, enlivened by the knowing prose, which straddles the abyss between the ludicrous and the terrifying.

My Name is Toni

My friend Waithira Francis has published a book entitled My Name is Toni, which I intend to review on LoS when time permits.

I was supposed to read and review it before publishing for a back cover quote, but alas, I was just too busy to finish the book before she published.  I regret that!

What I can say is that it's an semi-autobiographical account of an African woman who emigrates to France and her ensuing adventures.  What strikes me is how she manages to both shed light on what it's like to be a woman, an African and an émigrée, yet touch on universally-recognizable experiences and emotions. 

Or maybe it's just me.  I'm a white, American man but like Francis, an émigré.  That shared experience makes our differences much less important.  But one need not be an expat to understand and be struck by this book.

You can send a message at this Facebook page to inquire about ordering.

A Girl Named Freedom: The Last of the Dreamers

My friend Alex has just published a novel for young people entitled: A Girl Named Freedom: The Last of the Dreamers.

It's now available on Amazon!  Please check it out here.  I will soon be publishing an interview with the author...I will also post a review.  Until then, procure a copy, reflect, and prepare to discuss!

https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Named-Freedom-Last-Dreamers/dp/1717951929/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1534106770&sr=8-1&keywords=a+girl+named+freedom

"William Burroughs meets Heart of Darkness"

Sorry for the low output on the blog in recent months, but I just haven't had anything to say.

The Ice Mine, my recently-published novella, has gotten a review.  5 stars, no less.  Then again, it was written by my mother.  Not really.  Check it out, and then buy the book.  Keep independent publishing alive.  Forgive the shameless self-promotion, but I wrote a book damnit...and I want it to be read! 

William Burroughs meets Heart of Darkness 

Par Alex McC le 8 août 2018 

This first-person narrative really feels like back in the Heart of Darkness, only this time the voyage is through a futuristic terrain, and the narrator is coming off a drug addiction. The story flowed easily, with bouts of philosophical musings that were poignant and that had me laughing at times. I would have enjoyed an even longer book, as the only criticism I can think is that the novella size does it injustice. Well worth the read. Kudos to Adkins on his first novel...definitely want to read more of his books.

Ice Mine now on Amazon

Though I recommend ordering directly from Whisk(e)y Tit, my novella, The Ice Mine, is now available on Amazon!

https://www.amazon.com/Ice-Mine-Steven-M-Adkins/dp/0999621505/ref=sr_1_1?s=dmusic&ie=UTF8&qid=1527936406&sr=8-1&keywords=ice+mine+adkins

'The Ice Mine' cometh

I didn't want to make an announcement prematurely, and even after the contract was signed I could scarcely believe it, but the publicity poster below is the pinch on the arm that makes it seem finally oh so real:  My first published work of fiction will appear in the early months of 2018.

Entitled The Ice Mine: "The Relation" of Ricardo Etienne Bream, it will be published by Whisk(e)y Tit.

Whiskey Tit attempts to restore degradation and degeneracy to the literary arts.

I'll drink to that.

Fiction editor/honcho Miette Gillette publishes  

books that don’t fit neatly into genre/length/media packages. We proudly publish books that are too long or too short, books in which the authors insist upon no back cover blurbs, books whose best genre descriptions might be “comedy of terror,” “memnoir,” “randy seafaring misadventure,” or “low-tech noir.”

Here's the first publicity poster.  Color me stoked, firemen!

Laws of Silence has a Facebook page

I'm not sure if we've plugged it yet on LoS, but we set up a Laws of Silence Facebook page two weeks shy of a year ago.

On the page we link to all new posts on the blog, but we also link to articles and Internet discoveries pertinent to our longer posts and reflecting our various interests.  Some of these don't merit a post of their own or we're simply unable at the time to do something more with it.  Sometimes the links become posts, sometimes an accumulation of similar stories forces our hand to do something larger with them, as what at first seems an isolated event or data set becomes something resembling a pattern.

In any event, if you find that our posts are too long or more than you want to know about a particular topic, you can check out some links we've provided with no commentary.  There's no systematic way to determine what goes up, so it's "random" in the sense that we haven't said that every article of a certain category will gat a link, but the articles are usually about things we've covered in more or less detail on the blog.  Sometimes they're interesting updates to specific events with reference to posts we've done and in some cases they focus on things we may have only danced around.

I hope you visit and "Like" it.

Happy 2014, may all you hope and work for come to rewarding fruition!

Plug-a-lug-lug

 

Un peu de piston pour mes amies. Si vous êtes à Paris la semaine prochaine, allez-y!

If yer in Paris next week check this out. Le grand os is run by a good guy and the books he publishes are a high caliber mix of poets of different nationalities and styles, all tending to twist and pick apart their respective native tongues.  He's an excellent poet himself, writing wild, mordant satire that manages to disturb and evoke guffaws at the same time.

He and his wife also create unique books, works of art with Surrealist influences, especially French and Latin American antecedents.

But enough blather; this plug'll prolly do zilch to incite attendance, cuz it ain't gwan reach the right ears at the right time no how.

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Le grand os est au 30e Marché de la poésie place Saint-Sulpice, Paris 6e, 14-17 juin 2012 stand 205-207 jeudi : 14h-22h30 vendredi : 11h30-22h30 samedi : 11h30-22h30 dimanche : 11h30-20h

retrouvez les nouvelles parutions http://legrandos.blogspot.com

A thing to devour

These strips were created by LoS pal .sWineDriveR., assuming the authorial identity of Jonathan Trenchwheat as he documented the surreal adventures of the Lil' AA.  The children of the Lil' AA were caricatures of actual Associationalist personages, embodying in an exuberant form the salient characteristics of their adult counterparts.  Pen and ink avatars of avatars.

They first appeared on Plastic Tub, which as far as I know was the first Wiki published online to be used for collaborative fiction of a sort, albeit one presented à la Wikipedia or Wiktionary.  I believe it to be the first Wiki "art project".  Created over a glorious couple of years, it has been dormant now for what seems like decades.

When it failed, it could be banal and awkwardly written, when it succeeded, it was brilliant.  Not to sound egotistical; it was the brilliance not of each individual, but of the so-called "third mind" arising from the furious vapors of sustained collaboration.  We Second Advance AA'ers honed our skills there and created, if not a universe, an amusing microcosm....at least.  We put in hours and made each other laugh in a game of one-upsmanship and in a labor of love, only rarely descending into dispute.  Any resulting acrimony was usually beer-fueled and indicative of genuine passion, generating heat equal to anything aroused by say, discussions about the West Bank.

But this is not time for nostalgiac paeans to a sleeping giant.  I re-stumbled across these strips this evening and was struck yet again by their seeming casual brilliance.  .sWineDriveR. here evokes the golden age of comic strips with a style and humor uniquely his own.  They're baffling.  They're funny.  They "work".  A blend of pure psychic automatism and meticulous craftmanship.

But enough of my pretentious flattery, just enjoy the strips.  Don't get distracted by my hunt and peck accolades.  I only hope that by putting these strips out there again, those accolades will be sung by someone who is not a friend and collaborator of their author, someone far more clever than myself.  Because these strips deserve some accolading.

Anyway, we've availed ourselves in slow times of the Tub before....they're easy posts, sure, but it's really to help promote our obscure past.  Gid and I were regular editors on the Tub and, to be frank, it irks me that the Tub is hasn't garnered some online attention for it's wit and innovation.  That's not what we did it for, but after all the work, I'd like it to be seen and read.  Yeah, I'm being self-serving and self-congratulatory, but what of it?  We should all to toot our horn every once and a while.  I risk coming across as a pompous ass, which in fact I am, but that doesn't make me wrong!

So check it out already!  And maybe, just maybe, the best interpretations offered up will be rewarded by a collage or hand-written poem, delivered to your door by post, wherever you door may be.

For your consideration

Matthieu is a friend of mine.  Talented musician, great guy. 

Plug for The Big Bone (Le Grand Os)

For the French-speaking poetry fan in the Toulouse area.  Aurelio Diaz-Ronda is an acquaintance of mine, but,like any other friend whose work I plug, I like what he does.  This is where he's reading and/or promoting the works he publishes with the Le Grand Os.

Les rendez-vous de decembre avec Le grand os

Au plaisir de vous y croiser

Retrouvez toutes ces informations sur le blog (page Actualite) 

http://legrandos.blogspot.com/p/actualite.html 

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MONTAUBAN

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dimanche 4 dec / 10h-13h

"Place aux éditeurs"

salon du livre /  Place Nationale (sous les arcades) / Montauban

dans le cadre du festival Lettres d'Automne

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TOULOUSE

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vendredi 9 dec / 19h 

Lecture de "Mottes mottes mottes" d'Ana Tot 

acompagnee au violoncelle par Eugenie Ursch 

La Boutique a reaction / 12 rue Agathoise / Toulouse (quartier de la gare)

Librairie ephemere ouverte tous les jours du 1er au 25 decembre de 14h a 19h

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samedi 3 et dimanche 4 dec / 12h-19h

samedi 10 et dimanche 11 dec / 12h-19h

samedi 17 et dimanche 18 dec / 12h-19h

Exposition

Karine Marco et Helene Jous ouvrent leur atelier a plusieurs artistes et aux editions Le grand os

(voir piece jointe)

"L'atelier fait boutique" / 8 rue de l'Etoile / Toulouse (quartier St Aubin)

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dimanche 11 dec / 16h30 

Lecture d'Aurelio Diaz Ronda 

"L'atelier fait boutique" / 8 rue de l'Etoile / Toulouse (quartier St Aubin)

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samedi 17 et dimanche 18 dec (a confirmer)

Portes ouvertes de la maison-atelier du grand os 

Le grand os / 7 rue Charles Baudelaire / Toulouse 

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Every point on the surface is not the same distance from the center.

Bicameral Loserism, 2011.  from Cosmonautical Autoportraiture.

Definition of personal sphere:

It’s a restless place, uncommitted to any particular medium and defined by a broad set of ideas that winnow, mugging and petting, jostling about, until one generative nub remains as a fulcrum upon which I teeter like a goon.

LoS comrade and graphics wizard .sWineDriveR. is a guest artist in the November issue of N-SPHERE, an art magazine. Great work by sWD, mysterious palimpsests of the sort you might find in an old red suitcase or plastic tub in the basement of a house turned to cinders by a neutron bomb dropped in 2027 A.D.

Check it out and leave some comments or encouraging words....

More upcoming events

More stuff put on by friends.  If you're in Le Burgaud, Toulouse or Paris....



Upcoming events

Sure, this is stuff from family and friends, but all are worth checking out if yer in the areas....