Bibliographica
The Haptic Teaparty:
Haptic Poetry at Wikipedia
Bob Cobbing on MySpace
Caroline Bergvall
Robert Greiner at the Electronic Poetry Center
Ian Hamilton Finlay
Lee Patterson on MySpace
Openned
The Other Room
Liverpool Museums: About Phil Davenport and 'Heart Shape Pornography'
Rimma Gerlovina
Visual Poetry in Turkey
The Bethlem Royal Hospital Archives and Museum Service
Larry Eigner at PennSound
Intercapillary/Space
Great Works
Robert Sheppard at Jacket
Fiona Banner
Jenny Holzer
VisPoets discussion board
The Sackner Archive of Visual and Concrete Poetry
Bob Cobbing at the British Library
Jesse Glass at U B U W E B
Mary Ellen Solt at U B U W E B
Maria Chevska
Stem Recordings
Vincent Barras at centre international de poésie Marseille
Maggie O'Sullivan
RawVision
The Art Extraordinary Trust
Halle Saint Pierre
Centro de Documentación de Poesía Visual
Afsint P
The New Post-literate
Thanks:
To Henry Boxer for his patience and guidance and to Tony Lopez, Geraldine Monk and Alan Halsey for being the first to say yes. And a hearty thanks to Jesse Glass/Ahadada Books, Jonathan Penton/Make It New Media.
Appends:
13 instances of handwriting in order of recollection
fill with ink til they spill red and blue see him cut letters into his own arm newborn tattoo length of his bleeding forearm pierced again again with a schoolboy compass
Vala Hyle Skofeld Urizen Orc Los
at the table hacking his own fingers with scalpel blade blotting blood on a right-wing newspaper his face in a trance of pain and script that comes out of him: "ya cunt ya
energy's the only life and it comes from the body—"
or when I was a-struggle with religion to make my right hand do what the left hand used to—pick up a pencil and make my right follow lettershapes bible stories in a hand not my ownpicture (always a picture to accompany Religious Education) of some deadman from the old testament hanging from a tree by his hair he
writing the first cheque in a supermarket and a kindly-hearted cashier who shows: "this is where the payee name, this the amount of money, this for your own mark
in Christian fire" thru the looking glass of his own canvas Pollock hour on hour in that room none else there but me it seemed and this whisper on the other side his handprint part of the web I touch before I go all I have left of you is me
love letters I don't look at but can't seem to lose one don't laugh has run from tears another is writ in Chinese
rigged elections in N Ireland coachloads of folk coming to put their faked crosses from the South and bullies manning lines of force the graffiti as we drive out of the city marks pissing zones or love's secret domain
watching soldiers of Albion rip seats out tyres off wheels crank open door panels have you any ID sir and years later again (ya cunt ya) me coming thru customs didn't catch the special branch man's eye and next his plunging hand inside my bag looking for me and in a comedy moment blindly dunking into a jar of homemade jam and coming out sticky maddened as a wasp by sweetness
my mother's watercolours neat letters to favourite middle son on the back listen close you can hear
Mayer's arm the tattoo number on his wrist seen caught by it sick fascinated like those bodybags I won't remember and cant look away stop my ears with wax his stories re-spool in dreams of nazi trains for weeks after
David fighting tremors to write one word BUTTERCUP
Jon Dooley's fingers flutter across the braille
postcard home: "reason is the bound or outward circumference."
Submissions
Ekleksographia is an exercise in asymmetrical publishing, and is a shoe (or even two!) thrown at the spotlit shrug and yawn.
Editor
This issue is edited by Philip Davenport.
Philip Davenport is applepie-editions.co.uk.
Visual art on this page is by Sue Arrowsmith.