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The Poetry Bomb

The Poetry Bomb is a former U.S. military practice bomb. The artifact will be completely converted into a beautiful object filled with poetry from around the world. When finished, it will have a primo paint job just as if it were a classic car, complete with pin-striping. It will also have a window or portal that will open and close making it possible to not only see inside of the piece, but to take poems out at performances to read out loud, and to add future submissions. Once converted, I will take The Poetry Bomb on tour across the United States, and then, who knows? Plan on beginning the tour in late April of 2010.

It was mentioned in The New Yorker and I hear it may be making a stop at Chez Fouquet in New Orleans.

Find out more here.


  1. La libbra di carne e il Jouis dell’artificiera

    La deflagrazione fallica nell’acting out che ha come resto l’oggetto a,la libbra di carne,è questo che l’osservatore dell’Avalokitesvara percepisce,l’immagine della alterità radicale dell’artificiera che si fa oggetto a sovrano nella sua più pura assolutezza anonima, perché passa al meridiano come analemma esponenziale del fantasma del poeta e con il peso atomico dell’angoscia, la libbra di carne, come il peso dell’artificio che è esploso, un qualcosa che sta tra 300 e 500 grammi, una libbra, la deflagrazione fallica dell’acting out ha fatto esplodere la libbra dell’oggetto a e l’artificiera dell’avalokitesvara ha ordinato al poeta Jouis.
    L’angoscia è questo, non è vero che sia senza oggetto, esplode quando nella cornice emerge l’heimlich, “opera sempre chiudendo il labbro, o le labbra, del taglio dei significanti”, che fanno del mondo una rete di tracce, nel cui solco del reale l’inatteso, la visita o la notizia sono il pre-sentimento che la libbra di carne dell’oggetto a sta per farsi analemma esponenziale, sta per passare al meridiano, al milieu du ciel, dell’osservatore, e quindi nella traccia cancellata del suo fantasma.
    V.S.GAUDIO, da:L'artificiera optronica, copyright 2009.

  2. Sia chiaro che l'oggetto a è l'oggetto "a"di Lacan.


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