I feel this is the foundation of concrete poetry. Something I've been playing with recently as part of my poem-a-day project.
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
07 June 2018
hearing with your eyes
I think a lot about the McGurk effect. The effect is a perceptual phenomenon in which a person "hears" what they see when audio & visual do not match up.
I feel this is the foundation of concrete poetry. Something I've been playing with recently as part of my poem-a-day project.
I feel this is the foundation of concrete poetry. Something I've been playing with recently as part of my poem-a-day project.
20 February 2018
one year of poems
I started the poem a day project one year ago with the vague idea that it might be kind of fun to write 100 poems in 100 days. Now it’s been 365 poems & an entire year.
I never really had an end game in mind for this project. It was always just sort of a thing I did for practice. Creativity is, after all, a muscle. I haven’t really decided or even much thought about where it would go, so in that vein I think I’ll keep going for now. Maybe two years of poems has a nice ring to it?
Thank you for reading along.
22 December 2017
in the bones
BONES (full poem/film) from Natalie Raymond on Vimeo.
My first excursion into the overlapping space between poetry & filmmaking is this experimental short called BONES. I wondered: how can we bring poetry from its flat life on the page into the dynamic world of visual experience? I imagined a kind of music video for poetry. BONES is the result of these imaginings.
More: natalieraymond.com/bones
This short will likely be the last time I am *in front* of the camera. As I was editing this piece, over a year ago, I was almost unable to watch the clips I was in. Instead of being a kind of "actorish" modesty I felt like I looked uncomfortable. Many months later I had my aura photographed & one thing that was mentioned to me was that my aura read as me being unsure of if I want to be photographed or not. The photographer told me: you're not totally comfortable in front of the camera.
This is true. In the months since I've been thinking about this, turning it over in my mind. Really, all the time I spent fancying myself an "actor" was forced. I was never comfortable in front of cameras or on stages, but I was able to conceal this by not being myself, by trying to become the character. Of course you cannot ever really become a character, there are always still shards of you inside. When I watch myself in my acting projects I feel acutely aware of the viewing experience. You can see me being watched in my body language. What a liberation it is to now be the one doing the watching!
25 November 2017
layers
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| iphone collage no. 1 |
on top
above
let it all
blend in.
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making collages on my phone while I lay in bed.
my brain turned toward what has never been.
I've wanted I've wanted I want--
but desire is the 8 of wands,
arrows lost in the dark
03 October 2017
30 July 2017
more more more
the poem a day project continues to rattle on into infinity. much the same way the days bleed together as I work work work.
eventually will everything look like a smudged drawing? no distinctions in sight?
26 July 2017
today's poem
thinking about who we are, who we believe ourselves to be, & who we've become.
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28 June 2017
from my poem a day project: yesterday's poem, day 127.
thinking about what being able to get the healthcare you need means/feels like. & why it's hard to dig out our healthcare traumas to try to beg other people not to strip us of that access, limited as it already is. seeing all these people on twitter talking about how they or their children would be dead without the ACA is so upsetting to me. we shouldn't have to relive our traumas for public consumption to be deemed worthy of a basic human right. & it's made even worse by the fact that the people who would take what small steps toward healthcare we have away from us don't care about our suffering.
thinking about what being able to get the healthcare you need means/feels like. & why it's hard to dig out our healthcare traumas to try to beg other people not to strip us of that access, limited as it already is. seeing all these people on twitter talking about how they or their children would be dead without the ACA is so upsetting to me. we shouldn't have to relive our traumas for public consumption to be deemed worthy of a basic human right. & it's made even worse by the fact that the people who would take what small steps toward healthcare we have away from us don't care about our suffering.
22 June 2017
roach
”But there it is, the neutral roach, without a name for pain or for love.”
“For I was exaulting. I was coming to know the violence of the happy dark — I was happy as a demon, hell is my maximum.”
“Oh God, I was feeling baptized by the world. I had put a roach’s matter into my mouth, and finally performed the tiniest act.”
“Through the living roach I am coming to understand that I too am whatever is alive.”
“That was when the cockroach began to emerge.”
“The cockroach is pure seduction.”
nearly done with my first chapbook, the memoir of a cockroach. I have plans for this little lovely when done. currently: seeking an epigraph from the astonishing book The Passion According to G.H. by Clarice Lispector (the source of all the above quotes), which I highly recommend.
“For I was exaulting. I was coming to know the violence of the happy dark — I was happy as a demon, hell is my maximum.”
“Oh God, I was feeling baptized by the world. I had put a roach’s matter into my mouth, and finally performed the tiniest act.”
“Through the living roach I am coming to understand that I too am whatever is alive.”
“That was when the cockroach began to emerge.”
“The cockroach is pure seduction.”
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nearly done with my first chapbook, the memoir of a cockroach. I have plans for this little lovely when done. currently: seeking an epigraph from the astonishing book The Passion According to G.H. by Clarice Lispector (the source of all the above quotes), which I highly recommend.
02 March 2017
12 January 2017
06 December 2016
09 November 2016
shock, horror, anger
no words for the atrocity we have committed against our country.
all I have left is poems. read the zine on my website.
31 August 2016
summer poem
the last day of august
& the sun curls
around my bones
like wet paper
but hotter than
the soup I
microwave
for dinner
I've waited
a thousand
years
for the sight
of these burns
& the sun curls
around my bones
like wet paper
but hotter than
the soup I
microwave
for dinner
I've waited
a thousand
years
for the sight
of these burns
25 May 2016
post graduate life:
reading books, writing poems, working, watching netflix, journaling, going on long walks, meeting up with friends, laughing, making new friends, texting, making plans.
here's a poem I wrote:
cocooned as I was
in delicate orange sheets
I barely remembered
the heat of the stars
here's a poem I wrote:
cocooned as I was
in delicate orange sheets
I barely remembered
the heat of the stars
04 May 2016
idols
all our idols
are dead
their lean muscles curved
in on themselves like too long
fingernails beckoning
us to the stage made
of bones & blood sacks
our awakening
our funerary pyre
are dead
their lean muscles curved
in on themselves like too long
fingernails beckoning
us to the stage made
of bones & blood sacks
our awakening
our funerary pyre
02 April 2016
night
Have been enjoying my time at AWP the past couple of days. Starting to feel, once again, that poetry is crucial. That sensation has been absent from me for some time.
In honour of national poetry month & AWP's final day I wrote a poem as I was exiting the subway last night...
taking the subway after sunset
I walk out into the night
my toes—
curled under my weight
like tubes of hot glass,
orange & oblong,
spinning at the end
of rebar bones
In honour of national poetry month & AWP's final day I wrote a poem as I was exiting the subway last night...
taking the subway after sunset
I walk out into the night
my toes—
curled under my weight
like tubes of hot glass,
orange & oblong,
spinning at the end
of rebar bones
13 March 2016
covering songs as poems
wrote a poem as a remix of my fave song ever: nobody's baby by sharon jones & the dap kings.
nobody’s baby
tired
of being asked
to bend round
over my spine—
it’s leaving time
won’t stay
can’t say
why—only that
that brand
on my back
don’t say:
“yours”
only says:
“mine”
29 February 2016
readings on film
Had such a wonderful time reading this past Saturday with some lovely poets from CalArts. Thank you to all who came out! Keep a lookout for information about our MFA Graduate group reading this May. Check out some video of my half of the reading below.
Next Words 2016 Reading from Natalie Raymond on Vimeo.
Reading some poems from my graduate thesis at Nue Studio & Cafe on 27 Feb 2016.
24 February 2016
poems for the public
I am reading some poems THIS SATURDAY in hollywood at the nue studio & cafe.
special limited edition handmade poetry zines will be available to purchase for $1.
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