Emma Canning, 2015
Sculpted work:
One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel García Márquez
the electric heat
of empty silence
in worn-out
words
and dead secrets
w h i r l e d
in a vortex;
a pattern in my
fear of fear.
Shloka Shankar, 2015
Remixed work:
East Coker, from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
I was like so bad. Like
I was on the sofa with a bucket
Shit wankered man
I was like so wasted
I mean 87% shit. It was sick man
I spewed in the bath
That shit was like brown
And the towels were like everywhere and I shout
Guys! I got a surprise for you all in the bathroom!
Classic times man. And like
The sound track to that would’ve totally been Morrissey.
Becky Fawcett, 2015
Remixed works:
Overheard conversations of people sketched by the author
The operation is a calligram. It
is a mark of ill-breeding to use
French phrases or words unless
they’re resting on a floor made safe
& visible by its own coarseness.
All this litter on the ground—
ask for an explanation. The
calligram has a triple role.
The vague uneasiness pro-
voked is a Cuban gentleman.
Severely censure the habit of
using sentences which admit
of a double meaning. We have
evidence of failure & its ironic
remains. Augment the alphabet.
Splintered wood, fragmented
shapes. Many men can converse
on no other subject than their
every day employment. Words
can no longer be reconstituted.
Mark Young, 2015
Remixed works:
This Is Not a Pipe, by Michel Foucault
The Ladies’ Book of Etiquette, by Florence Hartley
All overgrown by cunning moss,
The grave my little cottage is.
After a hundred years
Dust is the only secret.
Bill Waters, 2015
Remixed works:
First Lines of Poems by Emily Dickinson