teenager in psychic meatloaf
teenager, a short poem/graphic from the “Words are worth at least a thousand images” show has somehow slipped it’s way into another form a media. first it was a print on a wall in a gallery. then a t-shirt at the Hibbleton “T-Shirt Show”, now it’s in print online and soon in book form in issue 1 of “Psychic Meatloaf.”
Psychic Meatloaf: Journal of Contemporary Poetry
enjoy reading the entire issue. there are many writers that i look up to published within the same pages. i feel honored to be amongst them. especially Gillian Prew. :) for the pdf directly, click the pdf below, otherwise go to http://www.psychicmeatloaf.com
t-shirt show at Hibbleton Gallery
i’m excited to share with you a couple t-shirts that are on display in the Hibbleton Gallery for a massive group show titled, “The T-Shirt Show”…
Teenager
television
makes
every
one the
same.
H1N1
Teenager is a poem from my “short poem” series that was in my “one word…” show.
and H1N1 is a fun graphic i created based off the swine flu that was littering the media sometime in 2009.
here is the original Teenager Print in it’s series at my “one word” show back in january…
Hibbleton Gallery Flickr
Look At Me
click >>> Television is a drug. by Beth Fulton.
totally spoken word. the inspiration of the video comes from Todd Alcott’s poem, Television.
resource video ://here.
my one word show
this is a bit late, but i wanted to post pics here from my show in january: originally posted on the PÄS blog.
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the TSU’s Center Gallery at cal state fullerton hosted the reception for my first solo exhibit. the intimate show is by no means a pretty one, but it’s my hope to provoke thought and interact with the viewer. the show is titled, “one word is worth at least a thousand images” and it’s a small representation of my writing as well as the Cut-Up allowing a multitude of interpretations to come from them. no one owns words, so we use them freely, rearranging them to form our own ideals. when you think “pink” and i think “pink” there are most likely different images associated at that moment. the main idea for the show is that the viewer can create their own image, making it the largest exhibit of images in history per square foot. :)
there was a good show of friends and family and i’m confident that it got everyone thinking. for better. for whatever. but thinking, nonetheless. here are some pics from january 22 along with a little explanation for those who i couldn’t talk with personally:
perhaps this was the most interesting part of the show. the dreamachine – an art piece designed to view with your eyes closed. in my research of the cut-up literary style and it’s process, i stumbled upon this invention from one of my largest influences, brion gysin. i made my own stroboscopic light to demonstrate what he was innovating in the 60′s. my contraption is made of a world map. the idea that the visions induced by the machine are international with no ethnic borders. it also symbolizes a world like no other as i’ve cut through existing masses of land and water (countries and oceans, etc…) making completely unique places like, “nited state” and “hern ocean.”
we put these “inspiration” words on the table with a sharpie and encouraged everyone to write their own. i had no idea that they would actually write over and modify the existing words. to me, it couldn’t get more perfect than that. this was a testament that the show got people thinking. here are a couple of my faves:
the “X” boxes on the glass are blank image boxes. they’re on the glass over the words, so as the viewer reads the words they insert their own image. symbolically of course. it was a way to creatively use the space, put words in a gallery setting, and break the world record for most images in a gallery – all at the same time. :)
there are 1,746 words in the exhibit (yes, i counted) and if one word is worth at least a thoudand images, you can only imagine the image possibilities. far more possibilities than people who will see this exhibit. and technically it’s a thought that can be permutated forever. above is a poster with one word (woman) with nearly a thousand representations of the word. imagine all the women in the world are defined by one graphic as well. also above (to the right) is my artist statement for this show broken up pointing out the anatomy of it’s layout. this represents the similar layout between a poem and a design layout. afterall, graphic design is the poetry of communication and poetry is the graphic design of literature.
above is a display of a traditional cut-up poem i wrote from an a piece of prose i wrote. poetry is very much design with the control of line breaks and placement of language. we use it everyday. i use it every time i write. above (to the right) is my first dreamachine, but the poor old record player’s motor burnt out, so now it sits stationary.
a little on the cut-up and why i’m so fascinated with it. and an ode to Antony Hitchin whom encouraged and influenced the world of brion gysin.
“ultralight” and “matchbook”
we are natural waste polluting the earth. we come from where we are, meet at the green recycling ideals, then head out and do our best to keep our planet safe and evangelize the “go green” concept, promoting better ways to use materials. i’ve come to terms that human life is inevitably wasteful and the best way to go green is to draw it’s complimentary color, red, and eliminate me which in turn uses no materials. emo, right?
101 types of poetry in a “this is a test” graphic.
how did my eyes get blue?
“material” and “author of salvation”
marinara sauce and ash.
“life” and the things we revolve it around.
“elements” using nature for self-reflection.
“epiphanies” a series of short poems.
this is the guestbook, a book already illustrated and written, encouraging the visitors to write over the words that exist in the book. and again, i sense the opening of minds, as everyone’s comments were continuations of the exiting type, making it that much more interesting. thanks to all who came out. and to those who didn’t, thanks for making it this far in this super long blog.
if you visit the show in person (up til february 19th), give yourself a clear head and some time to sit an read for a few. it’s not one of those cruise-through pretty-picture exhibits.
the poems that were used in the show can be found ://here.
3 poems at Eviscerator Heaven
i’m excited to be featured in Eviscerator Heaven, online poetry zine, yesterday June 20th. what a great father’s day present. special thanks to A. J. Kaufmann, editor, whom i look up to as a poet/songwriter… here’s the link: http://evisceratorheaven.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-poems-from-brianprince.html
featured on the Finch Paper blog.
Singing Uncoated (www.finchpaper.com/2010/04/singing-uncoated)
April 21, 2010, Finch is in the House blog
Designer: Brian Prince of Primate Design
Project: GRAMMY Museum Education Catalog 2009-2010
Paper: Finch Fine, Bright White, Smooth 130# Double-Thick Cover & Finch Fine, Bright White, Smooth 100# Text
Musings on Finch— “There was no doubt we were going uncoated for this project and the printing company, Colornet Press, recommended Finch Fine. We felt the samples and never looked back. The value/quality ratio makes Finch the only choice. It holds the color well and is perfect for a self-mailing booklet.”
Where did you find you inspiration for the GRAMMY Museum Education Catalog?
“I found inspiration for the design simply by… (READ MORE…)
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also, i was quoted on CreativePro.com
words from one word show
green.
Go(away)
Green.
recycling. you
three-arrowed
eternity. tired
of turning in
circles. the
same ole. same
ole. lame mentality
justifying different
material in this
materialistic society.
around and
around
the
en
viron
mental
disease.
kill it. with
complimentary
red. extract.
resolved with massacre.
millions dead. stop
breathing. explaining
physical mother green
preservation from dripping
footprints. carbon dioxide
producer. eliminate me! king
of waste. see. ohh. two.
but since i don’t want to die.
suicide. i’ll print this on
recycled paper
with soy
inks.
(c)2010 brianprince
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blue
bottle the ocean.
it looks clear.
imprision the sky.
air disappears.
blue is a made-up pigment. a
figment of our imagination. a
fabricated. hallucination.
not fire. nor air. not dirt.
i searched. the plants. and water.
Homeric poetry. it’s not anywhere.
just the hollow bodies.
of mass sandwiching us.
a mellow glare. trans-
lucent. see-through. clear.
the ocean’s depths. dirty charcoal.
yucatan peninsula water falls. o’er
my own genuine blue eyes as
the myan ruins reveal my lie.
forgetting this blue collar
mess with ripped terminology.
denim turned to jeans
post war. 1950s.
blue is not real.
(eye) see right through (them)
in water’s reflection.
pinch me.
so i may know
that i’m
here.
not empty.
(c)2008 brianprince
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ultralight
there’s a pack of cigarettes in my trunk if you need
one.
marlboro ultra light (menthols) no joke they never see
fun.
well-versed in your stress too much to handle it (all) at
your
very very greatest.
you’re only eight.
and you needn’t be crying in bed next to me this
late.
daddy gets anxious too
and i get by (daily)
by
knowing
that there’s a pack of fags in the
trunk.
but i won’t ever have
one.
because they’re
stale.
just like
my
stress and anxiety
is heavy
in poor
taste.
(c)2008 brianprince
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matchbook
like a man
i packed tobacco
into my pipe but
i don’t own a yellow hat
in Shadowlands
C.S. Lewis told me
marriage is for life and
i never forgot that
i struck fire
from a Sahara Club
matchbook
that Carissa gave me
back in ’98
she took her clothes off
dancing
for a living but i didn’t
meet her that way
we used to drink
newcastles, smoke
menthols and walk
Newport’s back bay
we laughed
a lot
and did drugs
at raves
i used to tell her
“when i make it
i will take care
of you everyday.”
i never made it
and tonight
i cleared
my pipe with
one hit
one match
one woman
(c)2008 brianprince
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author of salvation
what
have
i got
to
lose?
i found answers
about eternity. heaven. and the truth.
i consulted the only
man on the planet who claimed to be
there. (period).
he wrote
in red. i believe what he said.
his answers
make sense. it’s clear. no more
guessing. no more messing with trusting myself. or others as faulty as me.
reading my journals is death to the soul. i write in black and sometimes pencil.
my life.
my actions. my rights. and wrong. doings. everything i am. is way too temporal.
time to change. spew out the good name. truth to proclaim. no more ass-backwards.
absurd. made-up. pulp. horse-pulling reins.
i’ve come to the conclusion.
everyone
wants to live longer (period). just as the person
who’s nose is plastic. tummy tuck (comma). vitamin sucker.
jesus breaks the law of religion. why not give my life to him.
what have i got to lose. (question mark).
if he’s wrong. then i just die a good man. respected. in regards
to my time on this land. loving everyone. according to the will of more than a man. and…
well, if he’s right. if he’s right. i get all of the pie. to live in eternity. have a peace
that only an old jewish man can comprehend. shalom.
what’s so wrong with doing the best that i can. without bad-mouthing those who try. those
who believe. with hope beyond what their own eyes see.
the best that i can.
to love. everyone. even if it offends their pride. i’ve come to find how seriously easy
it is to believe in someone with such influence.
this isn’t a sermon. preaching. but counting. i know it’s not easy. but,
what have i got to lose. (exclamation point).
(c)2007 brianprince
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whale watching
never
been so
anxious
to be
patient.
(c)2009 brianprince
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teenager
television
makes
every
one the
same.
(c)2009 brianprince
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electricity
racing
the sun
has
become
extinct.
(c)2009 brianprince
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comfort zone
you say
day. i say,
twenty-
four
hours.
(c)2009 brianprince
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*Extinct.
[ somebody pass the spam. ]
i will become extinct now
because the cows that i love
to eat and drink will have
no more grass to mow
leaving machine processed
foods for nourishment. eliminating
the use of my four-thousand dollar
orthodontic pretty white pearls and
find worth in the five-thousand
dollar allo-derm gum implants.
i will become extinct now as
my thirty-two year-old digestive
system in which has been pumping
iron exercises three times a day
testing it’s strength with an
8 ounce filet mignon will have
no use any longer so long
to my habitual adult grape
juice for the vines will have
no place to grow. soon they’ll be
powderized. they’ll capsulize my merlot.
i will become extinct now as
the sun sets but only
because it’s manufactured
like pirates of the caribbean
ride you don’t know you’re
inside. fake flames. fake heat.
fake sunsets which provoke my
deepest feelings. artificial now
emotions controlled to it’s
purest form snowboarding
on snoopy sno-cone creations.
replacing our Creator with the
lastest inventions. i will
become extinct now.
for i cannot live this way
because my heart is real.
batter up.
[ the 2009 baseball season is almost here. ]
noah, ezra and i went to get a little batting practice before noah had tryouts this year. ezra will play t-ball for the first time.
noah blew me away. he remembered his good stance and proper techniques and he made contact with practically every ball. he was a slugger at the tryouts too.
and ezzie did awesome too considering he won’t even be pitched to in the season and he stood out there against 35 mph pitches.
we’re pretty fortunate to have a really cool training facility in our own backyard. Up Your Average, Fullerton, CA. check them out: http://www.upyouraverage.com
