Metacelestial Hominid Enrique de Santiago

A mockingbird arises from the edge of the foliage
there where cosmic orders rush
and it was when I felt the elongated step of the annelids
in its pristine and minimal hollow in progress
and I saw the infinite curtain where the stars cling
the ones that it costs me now to read
because the street forks
this long avenue of my life
where an hour saves me
while the other carries a tombstone in her hand.
Gregorian chant at burial
liters of paint on my coffin
since I summon the colors
to accompany me in this Dionysian dance
Well, I gave them life
other life
with shadows, with lights
and halftones
just how life really is
and in its surreality with its reverse blade
Well, I invoked them without geodesic dimensions
there they settled their perfume
that swells my soul that unfolds towards my underground kingdom.

Una calandria surge del canto del follaje
allí donde se precipitan las órdenes cósmicas
y fue cuando sentía el paso alargado de los anélidos
en su prístina y mínima oquedad en progreso
y vi el telón infinito donde se aferran los astros
los que me cuesta ahora leer
pues la calle se bifurca
esta larga avenida de mi vida
donde una hora me salva
mientras la otra lleva una lápida en la mano.

Canto gregoriano en el sepelio
litros de pintura sobre mi féretro
ya que convoco a los colores
a acompañarme en esta danza dionisíaca
pues les di la vida,
otra vida
con sombras, con luces
y medias tintas
tal como es la vida en realidad
y en su surrealidad con su hoja inversa
pues los invoqué sin cotas geodésicas
ahí asentaron su perfume
que hincha mi alma que se desdobla hacia mi reino subterráneo.

Enrique de Santiago

Born in Santiago, Chile (1961). Visual artist, poet, researcher, essayist, curator and cultural manager. He studied a Bachelor of Art at the University of Chile and at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Chile).

Since 1984, he has exhibited in individual and group exhibitions, counting to his credit around more than 100 exhibitions.

He has edited five books: Fragile Transits Under the Spirals in 2012, with La Polla Literaria; Elegía a las Magas and the book essay: El Regreso de las Magas, both with Editorial Varonas. In 2018 he edited La Cúspide Uránica with editorial Xaleshem and Dharma Comunicaciones, and Travel Bitácora with Editorial Opalina Cartonera.

He has participated in various poetry anthologies, both in Chile and abroad. He has collaborated in the newspaper La Nación with articles on new media art, and in magazines such as Derrame, Escaner Cultural and Labios Menores in Chile, Brumes Blondes in Holland, Adamar from Spain, Punto Seguido from Colombia, Sonámbula from Mexico, Agulha de Brazil, Incomunidade de Portugal, Styxus de Rep. Czech, Canibaal de Valencia, Spain, Materika de Costa Rica and other printed and digital publications.

Visions Enrique de Santiago

It had to be finished yesterday, like every day in 2021, creating. Because the reason for my existence is to navigate the wonderful.
Happy today and tomorrow for all, since according to the calendar of nature, each day should be celebrated loving it intensely.

Visions
Ending centuries of moonlight dimming
a dark fire travels the walls without knowing the foolishness of its orbit,
an empty smoke escapes from her womb that is the son of the empire,
leaving a rough trail of ancient scales,
and from that place new demolitions erupt to lower their faces when winter looms,
slowly the room is emptied leaving only undamaged strings that proclaim instantaneous blues,
because she admitted flowers in her womb,
and she came down the stairs with her bare legs,
while from her shadow the absolute gesture of death loomed,
hidden and unexpected
and emitted the song of the breeze of oblivion
in order to satisfy the gesture of a star bathed in failed zodiacs,
impertinent and uncertain attempts,
that were thrown to the cosmic confines beyond certainty.

Había que terminar ayer, al igual que cada día del 2021, creando. Porque la razón de mi existencia es navegar por lo maravilloso.
Feliz hoy y mañana para todos, ya que según el calendario de la naturaleza, cada día debe celebrarse amándolo intensamente.

VISIONES
Acabando con siglos de oscurecimiento de luz lunar
un fuego oscuro recorre los muros sin saber de la necedad de su órbita,
escapa de su vientre un humo vacío que es hijo del imperio,
dejando un sendero áspero de escamas antiguas,
y desde ese lugar estallan nuevas demoliciones para bajar los rostros cuando acecha el invierno,
lentamente queda vacía la sala dejando sólo cuerdas indemnes que pregonan azules instantáneas,
porque ella admitía flores en su útero,
y bajaba las escaleras con sus piernas desnudas,
mientras desde su sombra asomaba el gesto absoluto de la muerte,
oculta e inesperada
y emitía el canto de la brisa del olvido
para así saciar el gesto de un astro bañado de zodiacos fallidos,
impertinentes e inciertas tentativas,
que fueron arrojadas a los confines cósmicos más allá de la certidumbre.

Enrique de Santiago

Born in Santiago, Chile (1961). Visual artist, poet, researcher, essayist, curator and cultural manager. He studied a Bachelor of Art at the University of Chile and at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Chile).

Since 1984, he has exhibited in individual and group exhibitions, counting to his credit around more than 100 exhibitions.


He has edited five books: Fragile Transits Under the Spirals in 2012, with La Polla Literaria; Elegía a las Magas and the book essay: El Regreso de las Magas, both with Editorial Varonas. In 2018 he edited La Cúspide Uránica with editorial Xaleshem and Dharma Comunicaciones, and Travel Bitácora with Editorial Opalina Cartonera.

He has participated in various poetry anthologies, both in Chile and abroad. He has collaborated in the newspaper La Nación with articles on new media art, and in magazines such as Derrame, Escaner Cultural and Labios Menores in Chile, Brumes Blondes in Holland, Adamar from Spain, Punto Seguido from Colombia, Sonámbula from Mexico, Agulha de Brazil, Incomunidade de Portugal, Styxus de Rep. Czech, Canibaal de Valencia, Spain, Materika de Costa Rica and other printed and digital publications.

Morphing Whimsy with Richard Gessner

Reading Richard Gessner’s book The Conduit and Other Visionary Tales of Morphing Whimsy was like drawing a tarot card out of a magical deck. Reading it triggered a rare recollection of sensations into a neural pattern of synesthesia. These infrequent and unusual bits of writing guides the reader into a dream time, a metamorphosis that operates in harmony while under the influence of an autoscopic hallucination. An illusion of observing selves. There is a hypnagogic arrangement that dissolves once you fully notice your in a dream but with Gessner’s work the afterimage stays for a long visit. It doesn’t evaporate. I enjoy the metaphorical compounds in Gessner’s visual work, it’s an erotic and tantric iconography. Gessner builds a unique mythology. His graphic representation of aquatic fantasies are arranged in the formula of deep unexposed thought waves, waves we glide on in abbreviated gestures.

Richard Gessner is a Left-handed, self taught Visionary writer and artist. In the visual work he often packs dense interconnected imagery into tight spaces.

“I am a left-handed, self taught Artist. I pack dense, interconnected imagery into small spaces. I have an ongoing epic series of the Surf Goddess and the Strongmann that evokes a timeless world of iconic Man & Woman acting out romantic flirtatious dances with the mercurial forces of nature.”

Surf Goddesses, Strongmenn, Sirens, Vixens and other Burlesqueness

The Strongmann is semiaquatic, cerulean blue, with flipper feet and king crab like arms and hands, expressing the raw forces of the instinctual Freudian Id. He shifts from heroic to rapacious, from crude to chivalrous in a moment’s notice. Sometimes he’s an alpha at the top of the food chain, only to be usurped by rubber ducks or Sirens he romantically courts in the waves of an endless sea.

Octo-Telson Horseplay Crab GoGo Round 18inX24in mixed media

Horseshoe Crab Telson Quintuplets

The Matadors Reprieve 18in X 24in water color color pencil pilot pen.

Table Etiquette

4 a.m. Drawings

Female Nudes

The Fool

A fool, fat sluggish and smug, was turned into a bowling ball by a gang of husky drooling village idiots.

With pontifical glee, the fool had waddled onto the idiots’ grassy flatland turf, making the fateful mistake of underestimating their strength and ability.

The fool felt superior to the idiots, and feared not the clumsy thrusts of their silly toy swords slicing off his blubbery arms and legs becoming an instant set of bowling pins…

Read more from the online journal of arts and letters Sein und Werden

Gessner’s speculative fantasy fiction has been published in literary magazines since the 1980’s. He clarifies his drawings and paintings do not illustrate his stories.

The Conduit and Other Visionary Tales of Morphing Whimsy Paperback

The Conduit and Other Visionary Tales of Morphing Whimsy Audible

Space Cat

we Interrupt the regularly scheduled program
to bring you this important message
this wireless emergency alert has scanned and detected globular lightning behaving like intelligent light
expect winds to reach the speed of a dream
prepare for half past tension to relief
watch the clock turn into a ball
all conspiracy and plans swept clear
empty and full
total memory forgiven
expanding free as time overflows
following through cells and selves
without a body
to this star door
that small bond of love I forgot
the cat did not forget about me

written by Mitchell Pluto© December 11, 2021

Space Cat

we Interrupt the regularly scheduled program
to bring you this important message
this wireless emergency alert has scanned and detected globular lightning behaving like intelligent light
expect winds to reach the speed of a dream
prepare for half past tension to relief
watch the clock turn into a ball
all conspiracy and plans swept clear
empty and full
total memory forgiven
expanding free as time over flows
following through cells and selves
without a body
to this star door
that small bond of love I forgot
the cat did not forget about me

written by Mitchell Pluto© December 11, 2021

Beyond the Bone


it is a super kind of role
rotating archetypes
where
number equals avatar
all four won once
if you want to get elemental
around the table
occurring at intervals
periodically
snap shot to
photogrammetry
a kinetic map
perception transfer
interface fidelity
contemplation points
an evidence board
but folded into
an icosahedron
edges linked by fiber optics
on invisible lines
as best they could trace
those
dice face are channels
those
dice face are mirrors
refraction may be
tubes of light
or if you prefer day stream
an almost calendar
in one lapidary being
an extraterrestrial of triangles
predeterminer and all
lets play
rotated and rolled
hyperstition is now
but also then
all ways
crossroads
a mobile hot spot
every time
is space
echolocation
our deep unknown ability
leads to where
wear leads
to dissolve dice
and sincerely know
the icosahedron remains spinning
all over time
an everlasting pattern
a rapidly occurring gem
from
the house of invention

written by Mitchell Pluto© December 11, 2021

convolutional echolocation

artificial neural network
neurons are aggregated
image input
visual cortex
layers and magic squares
number and color spaces
red, green, blue
processing example
image recognition
labeled
a set of facts
filters removing waves from particles
about that world, who was thinking the who
useful information
an algorithm
binary classifier
animal, non animal
vector of numbers on a clock
adapt parameters
template of being two points in time
self-driving car
spatiotemporal
the finding and collecting self

written by Mitchell Pluto December 2, 2021 ©


Interior Psychic Meteorology

my non representational paintings are automatic impressions from my subconscious. a sort of interior psychic meteorology.

Venus sextile Jupiter

I work on them everyday. there are no things, no pronouns, no gender, no politics, no beliefs, no morals. no 17th 18th, 19th or 20th century archetypes, no mystical ideas, no ideas about beauty or ugliness, no appropriation, no opinions.

Internet Poltergeist

it’s just a lot of yes too energy, paint, color and texture. the theme is about finding nothing. the exercise is liberating-the painting can not develop into something. I only name them when I share them, which I have been reluctant and hesitant to do. they are not made to be understood.

figures of speech in D minor

organize the snakes
pluck strings
divide the wave to the pedal point
a step, a diesis, a key signature
target a center
ignition
arrow
bow lyre
fabulist
the dirty gods
she had a nice base
associative process with dials from point to point
seamlessly one to the other
and then Sigmund Freud’s rings
hello
utterance
udder rants
a scale rave
turning things into words
a jewelers hammer
striking the strings
kinetic parenthesis circle intersection
drawing back waxing
links undone wading
octaves and moonlight
the face on a corpuscule
Saint Teresa melts the robot
into a full bodied universe

written by © Mitchell Pluto October 3, 2021