Asemic Front 2
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Allan Bealy Typed-Over: Asemic Concrete Vispo Collab by Allan Bealy & De Villo Sloan (2017-2025)
Monday, August 25, 2025
Asemic Front 2 Review: Ed Sanders & The Fugs at Byrdcliffe Barn (Woodstock, New York, August 23)
The Fugs at Byrdcliffe Barn, August 23, 2025
Review by De Villo Sloan
“The Fugs will NEVER be inducted into the RocknRoll Hall of Fame.”
- Jann Wenner (according to Ed Sanders)
My trusted confidant and advisor Dan Stetson and I went “on
the road” to attend The Fugs concert on Saturday, August 23, at Byrdcliffe Barn
in Woodstock, New York, that was part of their celebration of the 60th
anniversary year of The Fug’s first concert.
Byrdcliffe Barn is a wonderful venue (and Woodstock is a
great artist’s community). Long ago, I heard Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky,
Ed Sanders, Andy Clausen and others give a concert/reading at Byrdcliffe that included songs
from Ginsberg’s William Blake album.
A professor of mine – Albert Glover – was a student of Charles
Olson’s and spent much of his time on a massive project called The
Curriculum of the Soul. Ed Sanders was a contributor to the
project. Through Al, I gained an appreciation of Sanders’ literary
contributions that were amplified in grad school and beyond. I also heard Ed
Sanders deliver the Charles Olson Memorial Lecture at S.U.N.Y. in the eighties.
Ed Sanders founded the band in 1964, and his performance at the age of 86, I believe, puts him on equal footing with Dylan as a contemporary performer pushing boundaries.
Steve Taylor, on vocals and guitar, joined the band in 1984. Scott Petito on bass and keyboards and Coby Batty on drums and vocals are also longtime Fugs members.
“We call upon the Spirits of Eternity
to raise the White House
from its foundations
spin it around
& cleanse it of Evil & Malevolent Demons…
“Out Demons, out!
Out Demons, out!
Out, Demons, out!
Out, Demons, out!
Out, Demons, out!”
They also played a song written
in honor of Harry Smith who nursed The Fugs through early recording sessions.
Tuli Kupferberg and Allen Ginsberg were welcome spirit presences with us at
Byrdcliffe.
Sanders spoke of his admiration
for Allen Ginsberg (“I thought he was a genius”) and recounted Ginsberg’s
report of having a vision of William Blake in the late nineteen forties.
Sanders and Taylor have written their own version of “Ah! Sunflower” and shared
the piece with the audience. With no disrespect intended, I far preferred The
Fugs’ adaptation of Blake compared to Allen Ginsberg’s.
Steven Taylor collaborates on songwriting with Sanders and has collaborated with literary figures including Ginsberg, Kenward Elmslie and Anne Waldman.
As Ed Sanders performed “Ah! Sunflower” he seemed to channel Allen’s gestures as he had once passionately performed the song. For a moment in the blazing lights, it seemed to me Sanders became Allen Ginsberg carrying Blake's vision from the cosmos, but I am sure that was just a subjective reaction.
The Fugs had excellent, tight sound and great playing. They created a remarkable montage of music, spoken word and visual image with much audience participation.
- - De Villo Sloan
Elbridge,
New York, USA
August
25, 2025
Saturday, August 16, 2025
Asemic Front 2 Gallery: Eco-Asemics & Other Recent Asemic Art by Brigitte Tye (Seengen, Switzerland)
Friday, August 8, 2025
AF2 Gallery: "The Seagull's Alphabet" & Other Recent Eco-Asemics & Object Poems by Geof Huth (New York City)
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
Machine L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E: Danny Snelson "Reconstitutes" Charles Bernstein's Classic Avant Texts
Danny Snelson is involved in a project, L≠A≠N≠G≠U≠A≠G≠E, using artificial intelligence to "reconstitute" the original magazine published by the Language poets (1978-82) "so that machines might appreciate this 'poetics'". Visit the project here:
https://manifold.umn.edu/projects/the-little-database/resource/snelson-9781452973456-r006
Deepest thanks to Christian Bok who originally shared this information at X.
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
Dispatches from the Metasemic Hyperreal: New Work by EgiDia Elle (Italy), Miekal And (USA), Mike Miskowski (USA), Kristen Szumyn (Australia)
Violet storms wail electric dirge across fields
Shattered echoes drift beneath silent moon’s gaze
Fractured hearts pulse incandescent through ashen air
Ghost-winds murmur lost lullabies on the wind
Time’s shards float down ruins of ancient spires
Night’s ember-rain kindles whispers of tomorrow
Dawn carves its cry across a weary sky
Square 2
Deep oceans tremble under impossible ice
Salt-veins shiver where no sunlight ever falls
Submerged runes uncoil in drowned cathedral halls
Currents carry songs of drowned constellations
Coral-veils sway to a phantom’s lullaby
Breathless pearls drift toward the crushing dark
Pressure blooms crystal roses in the deep
Square 3
Scarlet rivers flow backward through ragged bones
Blood-tide blossoms in the marrow of time
Veins of flame map a geography of grief
Heart-cinders flicker on the brink of void
Each pulse erupts with the roar of stars
Ash and ember intertwine in silent dance
All endings blossom into new beginnings
Square 4
Wind-carved mountains hum with ancient memory
Stone-voices echo in the hollow of days
Broken peaks cradle vaults of buried stars
Sun-dust settles on the crest of legends
Roots of granite twist toward hidden worth
Sky-fissures bleed light into timeless dark
Pilgrims of dust kneel before stone-gods
Square 5
Neon flowers bloom on metal-waste horizons
Circuit-vines pulse with the hum of ghosts
Synthetic petals slow-dance in acid rain
Iron-breezes carry the scent of ozone
Rust-spores drift among electric gardens
Digital moths flicker in the cobalt night
Memory-seeds sprout in coded cathedrals
Square 6
Clock-ciphers spin within the mind’s deep vault
Ticking shadows stretch across thought’s expanse
Pendulums chant in the language of hours
Seconds fracture into galaxies of cost
Silent gears grind out stories of regret
Time-ghosts wander halls of vanished chance
Tomorrow stands at the threshold of now
Square 7
Ember-wings glimmer atop collapsed spires
Phoenix-ashes drift through the ashen air
Renewal’s heartbeat stirs beneath cold dust
Flame-seeds sleep in the cavern of stone
Hope’s spark waits in the hollow of night
Dawn’s breath coaxes new life from ruin
Every death carries the seed of dawn
Square 8
Celestial gardens bloom on cratered plains
Starlight-dew drips from the bones of comets
Moon-vines curl around forgotten temples
Meteor-petals scatter over endless night
Galactic winds hum hymns of creation
Universe-roots delve through the womb of dark
Life awakens in the hush between stars