Friday, 16 October 2009

Cafe Conversations































Madame Bink and I spent a some time together in a London garret studio and worked with a little experimental and improvisational theater. We did three sets of one act improvisations, this post being the first shown.

This is the beginning of a body of work I will be doing featuring the Thonet #14 chair, and this part of it is called Cafe Conversations. It is on going and more conversations well be taking place.

I choose to work with the "Thonet 14" to celebrate its 150th birthday. It is a Victorian piece of furniture that was Modernist in concept. Meaning it was some 75 years ahead of its time.

It represents Cafe Culture, and all the ideas, conversations, trysts, and treatises that have occurred in there presence.

So it becomes the perfect partner for these artist/preformers to create a dialogue with. More to come of this project in the future.


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  1. My Poetry Blog

    SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE

    I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
    on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
    as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
    like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;

    was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
    bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
    contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
    'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!

    And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
    with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
    your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
    to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,

    and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
    alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"

    My Poetry Blog

    http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/

    More...

    Casualidad sopla la sangre
    de alguno señor desconocido
    durante los pocos restantes
    momentos del resplandor de faroles

    que se vislumbran tras el follaje
    flameando de las obsesiónes
    igual efimero como gotas
    del cinzano de la soledad –

    En aquel tiempo me levanta
    dentro uno incidente avejentado
    que en seguida palidece
    al camouflaje de abstraccion;

    chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
    ojos significan aún; con todo
    el sueño que hube evacuado
    tu escudriñas nuevamente.
    My tentatively spanish poetry blog;

    http://hollb.blogspot.com/

    My Music Blog:

    http://eutonal.blogspot.com

    Feel free to announce your blog on mine.

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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