Thursday, October 11, 2018

Tip of the Knife, Issue 31






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CONTRIBUTORS
bárbara mesquita
Diana Magallón and Jeff Crouch
Mark Young
Sacha Archer
Stephen Nelson
Volodymyr Bilyk
Bill DiMichele
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- DRAW BLOOD OR GO HOME -




bárbara mesquita

There have been generations of architects in my family creating monuments around Pennsylvania.  When I was 16 my mother, my uncle and my great uncle came to me with the Plan- I become one of them.  Unfortunately for us all I was uber right brained and had no interest in becoming someone that functions in the real world.  Flash forward, 2018.  We have a son and he becomes- you guessed it- an architect.  He loves it, and judging by these sketches, these glorious diaphanous illustrations so does bárbara. 


These are cut-outs of architectural drawings, drafts. 



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Diana Magallón and Jeff Crouch

The alphabets presented here are incredibly tight; glyphs are like subatomic particles being crushed into a neutron star.  Diana and Jeff have taken their letters, their words, and sharpened them into a shining scimitar.  And this is truly a Byzantine arrangement.




Pogromni











Tanaga












Mark Young

Mark’s work is vast, saying more than it says.  I find myself scrolling back and forth to make sense of his world, his color saturation, his construction and altered design.  He lets everything in, he invites contradictions, he finds beauty everywhere.  And he can, obviously, create bad-ass poems that stun the view and embrace the entire world.     



a school post











In Paris, a bearded man is a fashion statement











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the shopping concertina











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Sacha Archer

Sacha takes elements of Nature and creates for them an anthropomorphic sovereignty that demands our attention; mass, shadows, organic curves.  The message- pure reality.  What we are seeing here is the Existentialism of Nature, the Mysticism of the World.


These pieces follow lines of thought from certain of my own past projects to what seem to me their logical conclusions.  Photographing natural specimens such as bark, mushrooms and leaves, the specimens are let stand as pre-letter forms/ glyphs.  The materiality of language, its source, location and vast array of possible textures of communication are central here.




The Nature of Language - Birch Bark











The Nature of Language - Leaf











The Nature of Language - Log











The Nature of Language - Mushrooms











The Nature of Language - Stalk & Pods











The Nature of Language - Stalk











The Nature of Language - Wood












Stephen Nelson

Steven presents us with subsets of major series; in one section the pieces are tied together by anti-text.  There’s a series of smeared sidewalk writing looking all Hell like a child’s hop scotch game.  Another group is not only made of works from his notebook, but the notebook itself.  Unique.  Interesting.

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Volodymyr Bilyk

His alphabet is fascinating, both in meaning and shape; I let it enter me, open me, there’s a spot in my pineal gland just for this kind of knowledge, this kind of intellect.  When I examine these glyphs, I feel the burning of pre-sand Middle East, of bright yellow dunes, of stone temples.   This work is definitely worth translating and reading.  


Roadrage
These poems were translated into ineligible glyphs via early tactile alphabet Moon Type and subsequently reformatted so that it would look like Sumerian tablets. 

Moon Type is a fascinating alphabet because it looks so familiar and yet it retains this indelible alien feel. 

While some of the letter shapes remain partially recognizable there is this stream of unknowable blaring at you and blocking out the comprehension.

It is not exactly asemic - it can be transcribed back into eligible text - but in the same time - it can stand on its own as dissociated entity.










































































Bill DiMichele

CAPACITY  X

X is us, 2 arms, 2 legs, standing against the shallow knowledge of our times.  We strain to hold our gravestones over our heads knowing we’ll be crushed to death if we tire.  On our headstones are the eulogies that sum up our X-  our life, our mystery, our everlasting selves.





































































Tip of the Knife, Issue 32, Tick/TOK:

Next issue will have a special theme- tick/TOK.

All work needs to have time (TOK) as its essence.

Pieces must be accompanied by explanatory text.  No work will be accepted without it.  

Send submissions to julie-d@prodigy.net by 12/1/18.





Monday, June 18, 2018

Tip of the Knife, Issue 30


This issue is devoted to handmade art work.


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CONTRIBUTORS
Roger Smith
daniel de culla
David Felix
Jim Leftwich and John M. Bennett
Maria Damon
Marilyn R. Rosenberg
Crag Hill
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- DRAW BLOOD OR GO HOME -



Roger Smith












































daniel de culla



Acaros











Act+¡nula











 Adan











 Baudelaire











Gulliver












David Felix



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Stitch











Votive












Jim Leftwich and John M. Bennett























































Maria Damon



Don't Forget to W(e)ave 1











Don't Forget to W(e)ave 2











Don't Forget to W(e)ave 3












Marilyn R. Rosenberg



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Crag Hill

We now present some hand drawn, hand lettered work created by visual/verbal poet Crag Hill with whom I have a special bond of friendship stretching back to 1980.  Together we chewed up that entire decade, turning mass into energy and charging face forward into the light.  We worked together underneath Mission Street with giant sized cameras and copy boards, watching the life of San Francisco walking over our heads.  We performed in two bands at the same time playing at uncounted bars, clubs and galleries.  We amused ourselves in the streets and the alleys.  We would steal the messengers’ bikes and ride through the Tenderloin, a ghetto that swallows souls.

He saved our lives once; we had skipped work and were on the way to my apartment that sat on top of Twin Peaks.  We were speeding, babbling like Kerouac and Cassidy, paying no attention to the road until I heard Crag scream and I saw my death.  That scream gave me the few seconds I needed to skate through the traffic like a flat rock on the surface of a lake.  So we were able to continue what from that moment on, I called our Charmed Lives.  And we never wasted another moment, filling up Time, using Time, painting Time.

Crag Hill’s visual poetry was the first I saw- it cracked my head open- I’m still convinced I saw God at that moment.  And speaking of God, I think we both saw Him one afternoon when we ingested mushrooms on his roof.  We could see across San Francisco Bay to Atlantis with its fanciful climbing architecture and white mists, with people of heightened consciousness and giant beautiful brilliant gems that penetrate the fog with colored beams, cerulean blue like the ocean, iridescent gold mornings, prism violet sunsets.

Anyway, my homie, my friend, my genius madman, keep on inspiring your students; I hope they know how lucky they are.

Bill








































































For sale on eBay:


BATANG FRISCO LP 33 1/3 vinyl

A solo music project from Bill DiMichele that tells a tale of icy urban sorcery.






Now accepting submissions for issue 31.  Send to julie-d@prodigy.net.