I'm a fan but not particularly knowledgeable on the artist.
This is a good video because it gives you an idea of the catholicity and plasticity of his graphic and pictographic imagination.
How lush some of these are, particularly when he works in color.
I've been making tiny forays back into publishing and just ran into some of his recent stuff in an English online journal.
I was checking "visual poetry" (only 1,950 YouTube videos) and this came up as being posted only 6 days ago.
I'm remembering back at the old house I even have a miniature book (different from his more visual work) put out by Running Spoon Press--synonymous with lifelong verbo-visual poetry advocate Bob Grumman.
It's called Doorknobbery if memory serves.
Another notable visual poet, Geof Huth, interviews Bob Grumman in a short interview which starts very funnily.
It's an interesting proposition--the idea that visual poetry "evolved out of haiku."
I still have some of Grumman's mathemaku (mathematical haiku) which my ex "adapted" by enlarging them and adding rather psychedelic colors.
But my brother buried the filing cabinets in which things like this reside with the furniture of an entire house crammed into two rooms (garage and basement) when his marriage broke up. This was back at the old house.
Those rooms look like mathematical exercises themselves. The way he managed to fit the furniture together as though it were a three-dimensional jigsaw (or shapes) puzzle. I get dizzy on the rare occasions I'm in those rooms. Like Escher got the idea that an entire house should fit into a room. Chairs interlocking in cuboids, some upside down with their legs touching the ceiling, creepy etc. As if his house imploded. Which I suppose it did.
Current book project. With my life, it may end up well over 1,000 reasons though. If so, I'll just change the title at that point.
Maudlin Shivs for Bus Drivers.
William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. Formerly, the Valerie Solanas of American poetry blogs. If I owe you an apology, I'm saying it right here. Goreyphile from a very early age. I wish I could say humans move me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. On most days crazy as a Trappist monk talk show. I don't hate anyone but human coat hangers get on my nerves.
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