Brian Fuata

Poetry Cafe London

22nd October 2008




tense

light at heart

praise to your presence that insufficates us



in the corner you stood

entering stage

once

twice



revealing your shaved head



undressing



- situations of imagined awkwardness


fantasising that once you were your grandmothers maid



with a fen

maybe a feather


a waving arm


hitler

valuable new age descovery

found a

memory card in 2 nd hand camera

blessed moments recorded

domestic ones

a dog giving birth

art within the ordinary

in low resolution

hands reaching innocent

calm sounds

embraced in gentle colours of survival

something forgotten

not mine not yours

sold on to cashconverters

le 104 ,










rue d'aubervillieres, paris

melik ohanian

seven minutes before





a story told

seven screens

i move within it walk up

while 3 people are being witnessed

we are following lights and journeys

chemical existence, nature, holy sounds

vertical flows

words to memphis

an eagle kept in speed

close and far

rhythm, literal flow and juxtaposition

we seem to arrive at a quiet spot

thats when an accident happens

times up

now light equals fire

life's a cycle





artist's joke says PAUSE on all seven screens

we hear thunderstorm in our darkness