PROJECTION

photograph documentations of a projected poetry installation i have been working on.
two projectors on opposite sides of the room projecting onto a translucent screen.
one projecting white light, the other projecting white text.
the viewer can only read the text  in their silhouette (when standing in front of the white light), or on their body (standing in front of the projector with text).

the whole text can never be all read at once and with no interaction it appears a blank screen.

sobakasukasu

Hey y'all,

Unlike my last publishing attempt (----> http://www.inviewoutoffocus.blogspot.com, if you're interested), you can actually read my poems (new 'n old) now.


sobakasukasu


'sobakasu' means freckles
'kasu' means crumbs

Freckles

*Disclaimer: I think freckles are lovely and I certainly love mine!

If freckles were lovely

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

- e.e. cummings