jeanette joy harris

words need pictures

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Excerpt.

Collaboration with LA artist Diana-Sofia Estrada.

Shown at Aurora Picture Show shorts festival (2009).

(Source: vimeo.com)

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Byron’s Strategy  (2009 - 2010)
Shown at Lawndale Big Show (Houston, July 2010) & Union Street Gallery “Words and Numbers” (Chicago, March 2011)

Byron’s Strategy  (2009 - 2010)

Shown at Lawndale Big Show (Houston, July 2010) & Union Street Gallery “Words and Numbers” (Chicago, March 2011)

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Say Good-bye, Catallus, to the Shores of Asia Minor

Published in Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry and Nomad’s Choir

Based on the Cy Twombly painting of the same name at the Cy Twombly Gallery Extension of the Menil Collection.

 

Footprints, tears and objectifications

Are first and foremost our lives obligations-

They keep us bound together.

 

If it is possible to love-

I have found this, white canvas painted white

Have found you measuring equidistance from center to side

A painting in light and a painting itself

A dimensionality made touchable by the viewer myself

Thus given a life through spectatorship

And given a story through authorship

I fuse together your disconnect

Where now is two was three

A white canvas/you and me.

 

I believe that genius is an act of patience

A faithful waiting, a reticence

Minute cuttings, exactitude

Little reprieves and gratitude.

 

Here, is where you pretend.

Tri-paneled, aloof you sigh, rejected

But while you walk there’s a silence electric.

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Anselm Kiefer in Love

Published at Barnwood Press and The Eclectic Muse

I have collected for you an old army boot

A root and some hair, a wet piece of wood

The broken remains of an emergency flare.

I have prepared an old tire and sandblasted some metal

To show you how much we’re meant to be together.

 

I will collect a pile of dust and dedicate it to you

Broken labels, empty bottles and an old toothpaste tube.

 

You see, I am filling up space with what resembles your face.

And a glass box won’t do, to hold my love for you in,

I need a tall giant space to put infinity in.

 

I have composed ten volumes of gouached artist’s books

Isolated their shapes and the young model’s looks

With a dot and a word, have prepared a rich crown

And comprised a whole world in a paint dolloped gown.

 

My room, a treasure box of unsightly odds and ends –

Here’s the perfect place for my love to live in.

 

I will collect your eyes, your mouth, your heart.

I will trace your legs, where your mouth starts to part.

I will count the moles and reflect them with stars

So that wherever you’re posed, I’ll know just where you are.