An odd source of inspiration. A one line help desk call made the first line of this poem. Just a wee bit o nonsense…
About the printer on the first floor
The printer on the first floor in the main open space has no yellow.
It just doesn’t know how to quit.
The printer on the first floor in the main open space has no blue.
It’s always got a good word to say.
The printer on the first floor in the main open space has no red.
It’s true, I’ve never seen it lose the rag.
The printer on the first floor in the main open space has no black.
Really, I mean, doesn’t everyone have a dark side?
The printer on the first floor in the main open space has no paper.
Sorry – was this the last sheet?
This month’s prompt from Wyvern Poets was ‘a found poem’. I’d been looking at tweets by Martin O’Leary with images from HiRISE, an incredibly high resolution camera on the Mars Reconnaisance Orbiter.
The pictures are amazing. Some of them make me think of colour field paintings by Rothko, some of lush folds of the richest silks. The titles of the images interested me too. They seem to make an accidental blend of succinct description and (at least to my ears) sensuously exotic place names.
I decided to make a piece that brought these titles and images together with some found words by another famous traveler to strange lands – Marco Polo.
The result was this found poem/video.
With special thanks to NASA/JPL/University of Arizona for the use of their fabulous images, and to Martin O’Leary for @HiRISEBot.
Of the Marvels
Best viewed with sound ON, and better yet, some nice cosy headphones…
boundary lines surrendered
sculpture on the way