Start small,
cushioned in bubble wrap.
Find your metaphors
in quiet failure;
how you feel
is something you
cannot take too seriously
seven and a half feet
above the earth.
Underneath the noise,
become a producer of meaning.
Shloka Shankar, 2016
Remixed work:
How to be a Writer, by Rebecca Solnit
1
Boys playing at an abandoned building.
This used to be Mexico.
I’m afraid of human beings.
2
Then at one point
I did not need
to translate the notes.
We run things
in the forest
while the wolf
is not around.
Wolf, are you there?
To hell with it all,
let’s pray
that it lasts.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed works:
Titles of artworks by Francesca Woodman, Ryan Brown, Summer Wheat, Mie Olise, and Manuela Viera-Gallo
1
Arboretum presents white dogwood,
3 jars with roots and a heart,
monument to the people
we’ve conveniently forgotten.
2
I hate you
armored heart,
caged heart.
I peeped your demons
becoming robots,
meeting with remarkable men,
being the light.
3
Behold an aquarium of flowers
where the cricket sings
how to properly touch a girl
so you don’t creep her out.
4
Then again, no.
Why I am so worried.
Fucked-up flowers
ruin everything,
pretty much every word. . .
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Titles of artworks by Alma Thomas, Nam June Paik, Heman Chong,
Geoffrey Rigden, Matthew McCaslin, Andrew Hem, Seth Alter,
Douglas Gordon, Zeyno Pekünlü, Bill Scott,
Erika Ranee and Paola Pivi
Piece together, with gold soldering words, silver sentence stitches
the shards of shattered histories of women through centuries.
Celebrate their lives of perfect imperfections, with lessons in re-
construction. Create influence from the clays of criticism others
throw, with silver rejoinders of tales, learnt at a mother’s knee
as from the mouth of nature. Fix her with golden lacquer scars
and splintered recollections, fractured bodies, fables, re-
claiming diverse identities. Fragmented tales mapping lives un-
veiled, unshackled, of porcelain strength, surface qualities
revealing the light within. Go roll a Sumerian seal over wet clay
memory, incisions detailing female deity veneration, and, re-
emboldened, slip its narrative in relief and touch its tracery tales
of femininity, folklores crossing continents. Educate with oral
riches from kiln-hot legends, playing the potter to fashion the shape
of woman transformed. Overturn ignorance, religious iconoclasms re-
claiming, with gold soldering, a whole woman from the lees and debris.
* Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold or silver lacquer.
Karen Barton, 2016
Remixed works:
Eliot, Auden, Lowell. Aspects of the Baudelairean Inheritance, by L. MacKinnon
Museum of Lost Objects: Looted Sumerian Seal, BBC’s Kanishk Tharoor, Maryam Maruf with Lamia al-Gailani, Mazin Safar, John Curtis
Disordered Bodies, Fractured Minds, by Falke Pissano
Karen Barton, 2016
Remixed works:
Titles of Paintings by Gustav Klimt
Tim Kahl, 2016
Remixed Works:
Various articles from The Absolute Sound,
Fine Woodworking and Wikipedia
Ladders cross the blue sky
in a wheel of fire. The red sun
gnaws at the spider. A person
is throwing a stone at a bird,
the beautiful bird revealing
the unknown to a pair of lovers.
Howie Good, 2016
Assembled from the titles of paintings by Joan Miro,
translated from the French
No. I don’t know what Pokémon Go is
and what all these things are…You’re talking
to somebody who made his first phone call
at age 17. You’re talking to someone who doesn’t
have a cell phone, for example, for cultural reasons.
Tell me about Pokémon Go. What is happening
on Pokémon Go? Does it tell you you’re here
at San Vicente, close to Sunset Boulevard?
But what does Pokémon do at this corner here?
When two persons in search of a Pokémon
clash at the corner of Sunset and San Vicente
is there violence? Is there murder? Physically,
do they fight? Do they bite each other’s hands?
Do they punch each other? I have no clue what’s
going on there. Yeah, you’d have to give me
a cell phone, which I’m not going to use anyway,
Howie Good, 2016
From an interview with Werner Herzog, on Hyperallergic
After the flood
new angel
still feminine
flower myth
at the core
coming to bloom
a woman for gods
in Sunday best
Diana in
the autumn wind—
this flower
wishes to fade
before the snow.
Neil Ellman, 2016
Remixed Works:
Titles of painting by Paul Klee
A time for nothing much,
one child teasing another,
twins committing suicide together,
a man drinking in the woods.
We dialed F-U- C-K- Y-O- U
and L-O- V-E- Y-O- U
to see what happened.
Someone called Vincent
rang at the door and gave his ear
in a folded piece of paper
to the person who came to open it,
saying, “Take it, it will be useful.”
Howie Good, 2016
Figurative Painting That’s Emphatically Human, from Hyperallergic
The Best Art Books to Read for Free in the NYPL’s New E-book App, from Hyperallergic
How Van Gogh’s Ear Incident Went Viral in 1888, from Hyperallergic