Monday, June 16, 2014
The interrogation, by Sinclair Beiles
A poem by Sinclair Beiles, in English and Spanish, that appeared in the catalogue for an Artists for Democracy exhibition held in Santiago, Chile, in 1974. The poem was written for the occasion of an installation by artist Tina Keane.
Courtesy: Liliane Lijn.
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Lilian Lijn,
Poems of Sinclair Beiles,
Tina Keane
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Sinclair Beiles's poem 'Terrible dreams' and a letter to Carl Weissner translated into French
Carl Weissner: Letter to Sinclair Beiles, March 30, 1971.
Dear Sinclair: The Sahara took water. And now what? While armies of hippies kneeling along the San Andreas Fault waiting for a sign. It's fascinating, this kind of stupidity that human beings are subjects, always. I see your ambassador just tickle the Athens junta to expedite your release and your repatriation. Was it reasonable to continue on bread and water, etc.., When you finally get so successful to score, even the bums in the world believe us immortal. Penniless in Greece? Therefore goes in the port of Piraeus amocher the first naval officer comes, you will be arrested and locked up pronto! Behold thy roof over your head. I remember, like, if I will find myself stuck without an arrow in a port, single, sitting or wandering and no place to anchor .... Read more here
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Portrait of Sinclair Beiles, 1977
Drawing of Sinclair Beiles, 1977, place unknown and unable to recognise signature. Courtesy of George Dillion Slater.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The only time, by Sinclair Beiles
They might have been twins.
they looked exactly like each other
and they sat facing each other
in the underground.
Each of them was hesitant to speak
to the other.
But when one got off, the other
followed him and saw him disappear
into the side entrance of a bank.
He obviously worked in a bank
like the man who had taken the trouble
to follow him. That was the only time
they saw each other.
(Published in The Idiot's Voice, Cold Turkey Press, France, 2012)
they looked exactly like each other
and they sat facing each other
in the underground.
Each of them was hesitant to speak
to the other.
But when one got off, the other
followed him and saw him disappear
into the side entrance of a bank.
He obviously worked in a bank
like the man who had taken the trouble
to follow him. That was the only time
they saw each other.
(Published in The Idiot's Voice, Cold Turkey Press, France, 2012)
Friday, February 21, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
MIT Exhibit Reveals How A Beat Poet Conquered Space Before Yuri Gagarin
The first man in space was Sinclair Beiles. A beatnik
living in Paris, Beiles was recruited by a young Greek artist named Vassilakis
Takis, who coaxed him to strap on a helmet and hover for several minutes,
suspended electromagnetically, while reciting poetry. Beiles made his voyage in
the Fall of 1960, and although he later said that the magnetism scrambled his
brain, Takis proudly asserted that his expedition anticipated Yuri Gagarin’s
space launch by six months...Read more here
Monday, December 9, 2013
Karoo Bathtime, by Sinclair Beiles
In the Karoo we had a bath.
If you wanted warm water
You had to take The Farmer's Weekly
To the bath with you
And when you read it the water got warm.
You had to be sure it was the latest copy.
O yes the Karoo is full of miracles.
Take the Spring for instance.
In the Spring the desert is a myriad of flowers
And if you fill your bath with desert flowers
And get in with The Farmer's Weekly
You turn into a faun
And you can get a job with the ballet in Cape Town.
(From Dowsings, Victor Sega, Johannesburg, 1979)
If you wanted warm water
You had to take The Farmer's Weekly
To the bath with you
And when you read it the water got warm.
You had to be sure it was the latest copy.
O yes the Karoo is full of miracles.
Take the Spring for instance.
In the Spring the desert is a myriad of flowers
And if you fill your bath with desert flowers
And get in with The Farmer's Weekly
You turn into a faun
And you can get a job with the ballet in Cape Town.
(From Dowsings, Victor Sega, Johannesburg, 1979)
Labels:
Dowsings,
Poems of Sinclair Beiles,
Sinclair Beiles
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