Like yeast, a book is proofed, in the older sense of proof/prove meaning to test. But for many authors, having a published book is proof (in the modern sense) that one is a Real Writer.
I’ve long admired the videopoetry of Marie Craven, so I was delighted the other day when she unveiled a new film she’d made with one of my Pepys erasure project poems.
Among the greatest honors a poet can enjoy is to have his or her words adapted or remixed by other artists.
The blog from the folks who put on the annual videopoetry festival in Athens has just shared an interesting selection of my videopoems.
If you wait 6-8 months between updates, a meager list of publication credits and honors can be made to sound pretty darn impressive!
Two years on and I have yet to skip a single entry of the diary, not even the one-sentence ones. It’s become this weird compulsion.
London, Cornwall, Belgium, Berlin… 2014 was a year of traveling. Somehow or another, people seem to gotten the idea that I know something about videopoetry/poetry film, so I was invited to take part in a panel discussion at the biannual ZEBRA Poetry Film Festival in Berlin this past October.
Whether it’s YouTube or an art gallery in the UK, non-traditional venues offer the always-tantalizing possibility that one’s poems will be heard by people outside the sometimes claustrophobic community of professional poets.
Why am I doing this? And how many more will there be?