Cyber-Palimpsest With Stills, Video, Audio, And Psycho Haikus by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
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Mr. Tamale (Antonio Mendoza And Alberto Miyares) Performed With Invited Guests Javier Hernandez-Miyares And John Pietaro. The Following Is A Short Clip From The First Set:
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Exhibition curated by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
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From The BBC: The street art collective Poster Boy has announced that its first solo show at Connecticut’s Trinity College would be cancelled due to legal concerns. Can the anti-consumer vandals ever go straight? And would they want to?
Three years ago, a vandal with a creative streak caught the attention of the New York media. Dubbed Poster Boy and armed only with a razor blade, he cut up vinyl ads on the subway, turning bright, cheerful marketing campaigns into freakish collages.
The work was exciting but illegal. In 2009 and 2010, 27-year old Henry Matyjewicz was arrested twice, and later admitted his identity as Poster Boy in court…
Read the entire article here:
BBC Reports On Poster Boy Cancellation
The following is an interview that Poster Boy conducted with WTPF last year:
WTPF: how would you describe the relationship between vanguard art and danger, and for you, which element is more important: the aesthetic plastic result of the piece, or the power of provocation of the piece? both of these elements are strongly present in your work, and i wonder if you plan the execution of a piece before you render it. also, please explain the importance of improvisation in your work.
PB: Danger is part of the medium. Without the element of danger the current vanguard would lose an edge that wasn’t really present in preceding movements. As far as aesthetics and provocation goes, both are necessary in art. Well, good art least.
For better or worse, I don’t plan much. For me, improvisation is protest against the urge to preserve, polish, and market everything. Something I learned from the Jazz and Hip Hop.
WTPF – can art change the world or does art only change art? does it even matter? feel free to elaborate.
PB – Art does change the world, but only for those who have the imagination to realize it.
WTPF – what do you think about this statement: “The ultimate protest is against the silence of God”?
PB – I feel every act is a reaction to God’s silence. Whether its protest depends on the person’s understanding of God/consciousness.
WTPF – what inspires me the most about your art, and the movement in which you are one of its leaders, is that a dialectical relationship exists between the work and the audience. in your case, other Poster Boys and Girls have adopted your methods, and have become protagonists. were you surprised that this occurred?
PB – I wasn’t surprised at all. I actually anticipated this by establishing Poster Boy as a platform for anyone willing to participate. People want to feel alive, but apathy is a serious hurdle for some. Which is probably why the act of illegal poster alteration, however trivial, has been so inspirational and empowering.
WTPF – Your soon to be released book “The War Of Art”, is in my opinion a poem of transformations of transgressions. the transgressions being the vapid and polluting influence of the commercial propaganda that you transform into art and revolutionary statement. Salvador Dali once described himself as a pig that consumes all of the slop of modernity, and shits out gold. Dali of course kept all the gold for himself: why do you do it? please explain what motivates you the most to do what you do.
PB – The book is a poem. A work of art in itself rather than a collection.
I used to resent the fact that I had no positive role models growing up. So now I aspire to be the role model I wish I had. Truth is what motivates me.
WTPF – thank you.
The following are 3 recent works by Poster Boy. They are collages made as cereal boxes. Enjoy:
Drawing By JHM
Compound curvature
Flowers crush concrete sorrow
Anatomic bombs
Haiku By CheeseFlap
Fumeroism comes to 17 Frost in two days:
Music by DJ Onda Skillet begins at 10:00PM
Pic of Fumeroism 17 Frost Facade Mural By David Scarborough
Fu.mer.o.ism (foo’mare’oh’izm) n. 1. A movement in modern art developed at the crossroads of the 20th – 21st c., based upon the idea of illustrating form with an exaggeration toward abstraction combined with a wide range of intense, unnatural ‘skittled-colors’ enveloped by a continuous black contour 2. A harmonious infusion among expressive lines, shapes and colors 3. Intense; bright – distorted; linear.
Pic By Manuel de la Portilla
Too Many Bugs (33 Haikus by JHM)
My voice is choking
from too many grasshoppers.
I wish i could sing.
Cicada cadence:
Everything must be written
and it will be law.
My mother was stung,
and by serendipity
i came to being.
How to cover ass:
Burrow like a Cicada;
Hide from predators.
Voices of crickets
describe our moment of death.
Tiny violins.
All crickets must die.
Their tiny violins crushed
by the conductor.
I don’t like roaches,
because they make me jealous;
They scare girls away.
Metamorphosis:
Gregor Samsa is my friend
and so is his dad.
Music and laughter.
According to Kant we can’t
understand insects.
Heavenly beehive:
Where angels are the insects
stinging men to death.
Katydid or not
is the telescoping gag
that fossilizes us.
For mother mantis:
I did not want to exist.
Why did you mate me?
Is there shame in this?
Lorca was devoured by
fascists and maggots.
Insect universe:
Where sound devours silence
and we are silent.
Bunuel loved insects.
He knew what was coming to him.
They took him away.
Dante observed bugs;
In Empyrean, angels
swarm heaven like bees.
The universe drones
and a wurlitzer of bones
whistles a graveyard.
Creeley lost an eye
and that socket was a hive
for a swarm of bees.
The katydid speaks
in a language that fools know:
Binary Hipster.
Who killed the poet?
Only Lorca knows the truth:
The sound of crickets.
My corpse is shameful.
Insects devour my sex
while i am naked.
What i expected:
God dreamed me and then woke up.
Thank you for the flies.
Bugs Devour God:
His great book is on a vine
that xtians consume.
If God were a bug,
I would stomp it and crush it.
I hate intruders.
You make me human.
Exoskeleton in you
dissolves in your sex.
The universe dies,
and like a praying mantis
is a cannibal.
There is no way out.
We are in the roach motel
that god left to us.
The flies will signal
the place where the poets died;
Via Appia.
Bugs that frighten me
scatter me in my silence.
Can’t turn on the light.
What we will become:
Insect robots created
with anguish and steel.
Flies of the future:
Nanorobot memories
of humanity.
Piping is over;
Supersedure now begins.
Long live the new queen.
What does space smell like?
It smells like honey sulfer
stung by our being.
For Mike C.
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i have added this Haiku by CheeseFlap:
Are we not bugs too?
Gnawing at god’s creation?
Trapped by gravity?
and my Haiku response:
Our thoughts are fossils;
Creations sticky resin
is where they reside.
Gaelic Mechica
Coatlicue Tensil Bytes
Earnest Surreal Is:
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Haiku For Leonora By JHM
