Fuck Yeah, Book Arts!

incidentalcomics:

Day Jobs of the Poets

visual-poetry:

»anachronism« typewriter poems by anatol knotek

unique, handmade chapbook, 16 poems, DIN A6, with sewn bindings;

»usually a book is just a copy - but not this one. every poem is individually written with my typewriter, so each single page is unique. out of about 50 poems i chose 16 for each book, therefore also the contents varies and is never the same.«

if you like to purchase the book, you can use the paypal button on the left side of my blog, or just contact me on tumblr or via email: anatol(at)anatol(dot)cc

featherumbrellas:

I fall in love with words, not you

(featherumbrellas - poem series #19)

(via sweetvisage)

mrmojorisinn:

I could pee on this.

visual-poetry:

»no thanks« by e.e. cummings (+)

shape poem in the form of a funeral urn dedicated to 14 publishers who rejected his book.

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goldenwolfpack:

What you’ll need:

·A 50 cm x 100 cm styrofoam board
·2 cardboards (here’s where you’ll have to pick the color)
·Plastic (like the one you used to cover your school books with)
·Paint
·Permanent markers (OPTIONAL)
·A Knife

Instructions:

·Gif 1: Cut your styrofoam, if you have to. You can also buy two 50 cm x 50 cm styrofoams boards.
·Gif 2: In photoshop (or pixlr, or paint for all I care) create a new blank image that measures the same as you board and create your design.
·Gif 3: Print your poetry at your local Office Depot or something and paste it over your board.
·Gif 4: Cut the board with a hot knife.
·Gif 5: Paint the borders.
·Gif 6, OPTIONAL: Paste the cardboard over the styrofoam board and write your poem by hand (I did it this way). Go through steps 4 and 5 normally.

keicai:

Book is officially done!

(via palimpsesti)

When I close a book 
I open life. 
I hear 
faltering cries 
among harbours. 
Copper ignots 
slide down sand-pits 
to Tocopilla. 
Night time. 
Among the islands 
our ocean 
throbs with fish, 
touches the feet, the thighs, 
the chalk ribs 
of my country. 
The whole of night 
clings to its shores, by dawn 
it wakes up singing 
as if it had excited a guitar. 

The ocean’s surge is calling. 
The wind 
calls me 
and Rodriguez calls, 
and Jose Antonio— 
I got a telegram 
from the “Mine” Union 
and the one I love 
(whose name I won’t let out) 
expects me in Bucalemu. 

No book has been able 
to wrap me in paper, 
to fill me up 
with typography, 
with heavenly imprints 
or was ever able 
to bind my eyes, 
I come out of books to people orchards 
with the hoarse family of my song, 
to work the burning metals 
or to eat smoked beef 
by mountain firesides. 
I love adventurous 
books, 
books of forest or snow, 
depth or sky 
but hate 
the spider book 
in which thought 
has laid poisonous wires 
to trap the juvenile 
and circling fly. 
Book, let me go. 
I won’t go clothed 
in volumes, 
I don’t come out 
of collected works, 
my poems 
have not eaten poems— 
they devour 
exciting happenings, 
feed on rough weather, 
and dig their food 
out of earth and men. 
I’m on my way 
with dust in my shoes 
free of mythology: 
send books back to their shelves, 
I’m going down into the streets. 
I learned about life 
from life itself, 
love I learned in a single kiss 
and could teach no one anything 
except that I have lived 
with something in common among men, 
when fighting with them, 
when saying all their say in my song.

- Pablo Neruda

paperimages:

Jamie Poole, Sophie, made from strips of paper cut from poems.

“The verses of a specially selected collection of poems have been carefully dissected and layered on the support of this painting to create her portrait. The text meanders and flows around the curves of her features and is embedded deep in her eyes creating an intricate mosaic surface.  src

video of Jamie creating this work

Book Of Love by David Kracov

Inspired by David’s love and passion for reading and poetry, the pages of “Book Of Love” transform from the prose of the likes of Browning, Frost, Shelley, and Byron, into a colorful burst of hearts. 

“Book Of Love” is a hand-made, one-of-a-kind, steel sculpture, and David writes different prose and poems in every sculpture, so each and every “Book Of Love” is truly unique. 

Romantic and tragic, short lived and everlasting, every love has a story.