Prisons Left on a wispy flight of ghouls Across the windows we leave our gold And partition access to our souls, To unearth the nature of our tolls. A prescription subscription we've been sold To become accustomed to our roles. In therapy—whose cures dorm in strongholds— Diminish in dim distance beyond our walls. Left to wonder if we'd uncover what fills our hope Now that we've overturned all the stones?
Every time I checked into a hotel I would find some place where I could setup my Polaroids and this became a way for me to track where I was and what I was doing. @windsorknot talks about his unique approach to making himself at home while travelling and keeping sane on the road. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
“When you’re writing poetry, you’re thinking and making connections in a different way.” @windsorknot talks about creativity within constraints in poetry. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of social-media.” @windsorknot talks the positives and negatives of social-media when trying to get your work out there. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
“I think everyone should make a book.” @windsorknot talks self-publishing for creatives and his time at @blurbbooks. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
“In a world where things are increasingly mass produced, to look back at things that are really machined, that are made and do things in a physical or chemical way I think I still find really compelling.” @windsorknot talks about his love of vintage objects. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
“It’s important for companies to have a human face.” @windsorknot talks about the importance of creative product and services companies building communities with their customers. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
New interview up now with @windsorknot, creative community manager who talks about helping creators fulfill their visions. Read full interview: https://tinyurl.com/y7ty4eyv
It's been a very busy start to 2018 so stay tuned for all sorts of Caffeine & Concrete headed your way. Kicking things off this month will be Vol. 30, featuring an interview with San Francisco based creative community champion @windsorknot. Stay tuned for the full interview but for now enjoy this type portrait...
Spaghetti What say our psychologists? When pawnshop archeologists Awe over relics from their fathers As their children die in safe havens.
School There is a pain in our learning For in every lesson, something gained Or so was the promise, that a mind yearning Would for the cost, be worth the same But on discovery that they you sit beside Find themselves alone; an empty linger Like lone leaves in autumn's fall reside Left in a cold, like the chill in our winter. So, by that trade does fairness surely subside? As it forfeits what other lessons lawfully abide For much sorrow does on it ride And after, more seems to leave, than arrive.
Up/Down Physical world, a once upon reality Resembling old gold rush towns Where miners; disarmed and disbanded, Left what was once priceless by the ounce. Lost, while alt-life manifests a virtuality.
“When I was studying and all I wanted to do was model making, all my teachers said I would never-- like I’d never find a job being a model maker.” Concept model maker @jacqui_hudson on avoiding doubt. Read full interview: http://www.caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/29/
“I wouldn’t want to be doing those hours for something I hated. So, I guess it comes down to, to really loving it.” Concept model maker @jacqui_hudson on putting effort where it counts and doing what you love. ⏳ Read full interview: http://www.caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/29/
“Watching the film and then seeing on screen things that I had made for it was pretty mind blowing.” @jacqui_hudson talks about working on props for Alien: Covenant in our latest interview: http://www.caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/29/
“Growing up by the beach and nature, we were always drawing and painting.” Concept model maker @jacqui_hudson talks about growing up in a creative environment and how it helped shape her unique career in our latest interview: http://www.caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/29/
Greenhouse Flowerpot children Pruned and pristine Shall never know the toil Of growth in foreign soil Or of unconditioned air Nor water from the rain And the gardener Whom when morning breaks Faces them toward the sun To shower them with love Learns late protection's price, Is denial of their natural life.
That was really hard for me in the beginning ... I just wanted them to look absolutely beautiful ... I was really precious about someone ruining it or whatever and I really had to just let that go. New interview up now; talking with @jacqui_hudson about defying the odds and creating a career out of her discovered passion for paper construction and model-making: http://www.caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/29/
Life Birthed from a cracked mould As if the creator willed in jest. For a relative term we play our role, Until comes time for final rest And death takes its hold To ruin, knowing that our best Will at best, like demonstrations dissolve Into the zeros and ones, Infinite in history's ledgered roll, When we take our stations in the sun.
Excess Don't feast to much in the river Or your creased fingers Will be the least you injure, If too long in the stream you linger.
Inaction When you talk too much, You can't walk enough.
Threads Were we to, in a shared dream, Make real the worlds in our fiction But what dreams may sleep On hopes of children grown too soon Or shed too quick For we can't return to the scene of our choices Nor deny our inherent fortunes As we lay on silk sheets Knotted by those meek, who weep between seams.
Levelers What I wouldn’t give to live Secure from drought, in an endured bout Of a self deluded self. Where no preach could breach My attempt to reach Untethered lands with unfeathered hands But my island isolation Is in the same infinite surrounds Which caused this stout, self doubt.
Happy new year! While we did take a break we aren't wasting and time at C&C and transcribing is done for our upcoming interview with model-maker extraordinaire @jacqui_hudson so stay tuned as we kick things off for 2018. As always, here's the type portrait...
The best nine quotes and poems for 2017 according to y'all. Have a happy new year! There will be plenty of caffeine fueled interviews and concrete poetry in 2018.
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Fold. Today we conducted the final interview for the year with an incredibly talented artist who creates worlds out of paper and we look forward to sharing their story early in the new year. In case you don't hear from us in a while, happy holidays!
Drops Years in haste kept running A long lost waste left puffing Passages traced between the same Similitude taste of tears and rain
Script A gentle articulate silence Breaks the waves of science Upon ears which squint Like a reader seeking a hint But a voice unhearable to those Who act as if their part they chose, Perceived as anything but weak And wait only for their turn to speak.
Watch good friend @daniel.milnor give expert tips on book making and getting the most out of on-demand printing for @blurbbooks. He even shares his thoughts on C&C! Find the video post on our facebook page...
An interview by good friend @daniel.milnor for @blurbbooks on design, the evolution of Caffeine & Concrete, concrete poetry and what's to love about print-on-demand: http://www.blurb.com/blog/dispatches-caffeine-concrete/
Some hard work has been going into updating the C&C website to make it better reflect the typographic nature of the magazine and better represent the featured creators, their work and philosophy. You'll now enjoy more playful headings and bespoke layouts for each interview. Improved typography, making it easier to read the transcriptions and an overall more immersive experience, allowing more room for photography and feature quotes... check it out for yourself! Link in the bio...
Wolf Wandering arteries of a park A labyrinth within the garden path Lost but moments after we embark Under the moon's light, stark Against the star lit dark, Following Antares to our position mark Until all's darkest, deeply we hark For footsteps pray; lead us back to the start But hear only wind across the bark In dread before the daylight's spark And frozen, forfeit our chance to depart.
Anonymity The loved ones' demises Are that which take their tolls On the souls of the righteous Like a bottled storm, naked of control. Beneath bridges and content, Lay in wait brave trolls Who dare not cross a river potent Past the limits of their city strolls Unlike the brave, daring to solve it Paddling against the wave's roll.
Crash Such is life, as to running within a wheel That so much we stumble to a kneel. Scrapping on all fours for relativity And our crawls lead us to serendipity— Absent of glee—to find our feet Only once they're dangling free From burden of earth and sea; Fled a bend's edge, captives of gravity.