A poem made of words that have been cut from the world and glued into a poem. Inspired by the Dadaists’ cut-up poetry and pictures stolen from ordinary life
Tom Biddulph for Lampoon
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Inspired by the cut-up poetry of the Dadaists; a collection of words cut out from the world and stuck down into a poem.
Candy. Faces. Squad.
Stay cool. Look. Out. Ped Xing. Pet Walk. Drive way, go away.
Food. Porno. Sleep. We <3 our customers.
What is meant by Salvation? Employees must wash hands before returning to work.
This time of year money talks it says goodbye.
Top.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. No Fokker comes close.
Super.
Anything. Nothing Great about Britain. But good food fast. Sweet savory. Grit.
Mankind. It’s broken don’t touch it don’t remove it please. Flush me. Push me down. RIP. Simply wild. Live for your passion. Free as you go. Choose love. Read more.
How many words are spent. How many are useful and how many are ignored. In the middle of the city, among the traffic and the noise, the confusion of objects, of sensations, illusions, streets, faces, plants, peep messages that we don’t read, that we ignore, taken too much from our lives. Instead, the English photographer Tom Biddulph seems to want to give them a voice, a dignity. And so he gives them space for dialogue, for intervention. And so we discover that the voices of the objects become increasingly noisy and insolent. Noise within noise. And so the silent words pass by, and shout their message now joy, now anger, now sadness, to the next distracted traveler.
Tom Biddulph
Visual artist from Manchester, England, currently based in Amsterdam, Netherlands.
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