MAHMOUD MAKTABI (IRAN)
This is synthetic poem sent to me by Iranian artist Mahmoud Maktabi, who I met in Colombo (Sri Lanka) during the Theertha Performance Platform Festival in 2019. Mahmoud took part in this one-to-one experience.
On the 21st of April 2020, he sent me a spontaneous poem that he wrote by selecting words and sentences from the collective text.
Love and humanity...
Smiling face...
Who I'm...
I nearly died...
Autumn smells grass...
I'm lying in my sofa...
I feel safe, I feel warm...
Who will be close to me...
Heart to heart transfer...
What's parents love is...
The soul is crossing hope...
I was sitting on my sofa...
Only hear his voice and...
To be keeper of important secrets...
Protect people in my universe...
Even pain was beautiful...
Dance for me...
How to calculate or define one moment?...
And love...
ARPITA AKHANDA (INDIA)
Arpita, young Indian artist, is also one of the wonderful artists I met in Colmbo, during the Theertha Performance Platform Festival in 2019, and also she took part in this experience.
When I send her by email the photo of her anthotype, she responded on the 23rd of April 2019 with a poem, too.
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I never knew
roses could get blue too.
I never knew
love could be cold too.
I never knew
eyes could touch too
I never knew
words could cry too.
I never knew
memories could grow too.
I never knew
I could meet me too.
KATIE GRANT (UK)
Katie Grant is apoet, writer, theatre maker and artist from UK, based in Bristol. We met in x-church festival (2017). In the summer of 2018 (August), Katie read one of my post in social media where I had published an anthotype,and she offered to write a poem inspired by the anthotype-images. I was honored to receive this spostaneous offer, so I send her the anthotype of "ENOK, made with tulips, without saying anything about them.
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Katie came back to me on the 4th of September with a ooem and a Haiku , inspired by the anthotype of Enok.
A beautiful exchange which I hope to happen again in the future.
He does not remember
the dancing nor the setting
only the bliss
a dark room-tulip-thrilled
the dust motes chatter
like debutantes at a ball
atomic chandelier in tandem tonality
toe tapping their way to light
she sleeps still
hair mussed into dark cloud
silent breath heaving chest
anaesthetised beyond his grasp
he reaches to clasp
hovers-lingers longer
than anything can meansure
suspended by remembered pleasure
places two fingers on lips
the safety latch-clicks.
[HAIKU]
twin lipped
summoning pollen
pall
