Sunday, March 3, 2019

Tip of the Knife, Issue 32: Tik-TOK


Time is the medium of music

Thomas Mann


Alex Duensing
karl kempton
Luc Fierens
Marilyn R. Rosenberg
Nico Vassilakis
Peter Ganick
Bill DiMichele


Alex Duensing

The following pieces are movies with exactly one frame, in which, through the gestalt shifting that happens over time, a piece of asemic writing becomes a signature--as the camera's depth of field shifts.


the night hunt 2


A one-frame movie, that moves and reveals meaning as different gestalts occur in time to the viewer.

karl kempton


ti me



ti me less

Luc Fierens


as a visual poet i re-write reality, bringing images of different layers together, layers of time and significance, signs and signifiers.  I like making series, because there is a narrative, a sequence of thoughts developed and the viewer can fill in the gaps of what he want to see, it stays open, time  will tell how (my) images survive.  Time since my mail-art has been a curious thing, waiting for the postman to receive mailings (as a gift (Ray Johnson) and making connections, also my vispo is about this i guess, i cannot live without the others and i try to see their place in reality by viewing them, talking, caring, scratching the real from the photo-shopped reality.  And this series is mostly black & white, i see the world like that.

Marilyn R. Rosenberg


2007, a one of a kind, 14 3/4" w x 16 "h.  A visual poem that talks about aging around an egg, a mouse, and a plant called 'old woman'.  There is a fading sun, or is it the moon, in the sky?  A circle (clock face of sorts) are made with ink marks, and pencils, gouache, water color, ink, and use of stencils.  Now there are a few prints of the computer version.

Nico Vassilakis

TIME: the same time

Peter Ganick

Somewhere between late afternoon and sunset.  It’s a very thin line that marks a moment

   opens a field of vision.  What kind of nature have we here?  Do patterns in time/history
   repeat? Where are you looking now?

Bill DiMichele

There’s a new kind of time here, every leaf or flower, even the pen in my hand,
all surrounded by halos of themselves.

J G Ballard

Here am I come perforce my love of her
Behold mine adoration
Maketh me clear, and there are power in this
Which, played on by the virtues of her soul
Break down the four square walls of standing Time.

Ezra Pound

Our present formulation of string theory presupposes the existence
of space and time with which strings move about and vibrate.

Brian Green

For one who has not begun to awake, time is not counted
Because it does not exist, always the same thing,
Again and again

P.D. Ouspensky

This was when Billy first came unstuck in time.
His attention began to swing wildly through
the full arc of his life passing into death which
was violet light.

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

These last 3 pieces are all related in structure energy and concept; it’s my personal experience that you can crack Nature’s Time Code with Peyote or LSD. I’ve done this; these pieces are like shifting sand, they have no color, only mad shades and tones; there is no sound, only perpendicular sonic structure, only Orange Sunshine, only the Fourth Dimension. You can transcend the normal world now, and enter the beatific one, the world of cranberry wasps, of flowering time storms.

Tip of the Knife, Issue 33: Send submissions to by 4/1/19.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Tip of the Knife, Issue 31


bárbara mesquita
Diana Magallón and Jeff Crouch
Mark Young
Sacha Archer
Stephen Nelson
Volodymyr Bilyk
Bill DiMichele


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. 

oust 7

oust 8

oust 9

oust 10

oust 11

oust 12

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.



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



the shopping concertina


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.


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.  

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


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, Tik/TOK:

Next issue will have a special theme- tik/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 by 12/1/18.