A FURTHER READING OF URS ALLEMANN’S BABYFUCKER (WITH DRIPPING FAUCET) Concerto No3 for 2-7 Voices
Created by Daniele Pantano & David Kelly/Erkembode for Enemies of the North
First public screening: 30 March 2013, The Cornerhouse, Manchester, UK
Words/Sounds: Daniele Pantano
Visuals: David Kelly/Erkembode
A FURTHER READING OF URS ALLEMANN’S BABYFUCKER (WITH DRIPPING FAUCET)
Concerto No. 3 for 2-7 Voices
Day 1: 12 Drops Per Minute
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Day 2: 19 Drops Per Minute
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Day 3: 27 Drops Per Minute
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Day 4: 35 Drops Per Minute
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Day 5: 43 Drops Per Minute
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Day 6: 51 Drops Per Minute
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Day 7: 60 Drops Per Minute
Bed the chaste during a where with as by it clean in these nauseous single if slight no I my tell the look me form was I baby it leg the it I mouth head without small thought almost someone creel out a here it the wonder number if about the are anything there’s other blue Linda in wall in bed technology ninety-nine if her seems haven’t they’re the more softly crawling back growing two collapsed forth single nose tempo vaccination stealing on hour have am do front pack have at the a is open evening what don’t balcony wintertime voice over sense off with teeth head stamp though baby remember surprised where one her candles let wood to between crag baby me o to nor would by a giggling by I and then predicts anywhere eyes to me thighs glowing in in did in babies shook babies a no over stone is babyfall the head to easily them there see babies myself not want myself if morphine faith plunging the until on fucking.
Text by Daniele Pantano // Artwork by Erkembode
Daniele Pantano is a Swiss poet, artist, literary translator, critic, and editor. His individual poems, essays, translations, and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous magazines, journals, and anthologies worldwide. Pantano’s poetry has been translated into several languages, including Albanian, Bulgarian, German, Farsi, French, Kurdish, and Slovenian. His most recent works include Robert Walser: Comedies (Seagull Books, 2018), ORAKL (Black Lawrence Press, 2017), Robert Walser’s Fairy Tales: Dramolettes (New Directions, 2015), and Dogs in Untended Fields: Selected Poems by Daniele Pantano (Wolfbach Verlag, 2015). Pantano taught at the University of South Florida, served as the Visiting Poet-in-Residence at Florida Southern College, and directed the Creative Writing program at Edge Hill University, England, where he was Reader in Poetry and Literary Translation. He currently teaches at the University of Lincoln. For more information, please visit his website. Twitter: @danielepantano
Erkembode is not just another saint, artist, mimihist or part-time receptionist. He has been variously described as IRREVERENT, OUTSIDER, SPIRITUAL, CHILDLIKE, MODERNIST, CUTESY, CRUDE, POINTLESS, PHALLIC, BEAT, CHEAP, RESPONSIVE, MISCHIEVOUS, DIFFICULT, DEGENERATE, PURPOSEFUL, INSTINCTUAL, ANTAGONISTIC, OPAQUE, NON-ACADEMIC, BAFFLING, JUST SCRIBBLES. Always in capitals. He founded Bear Press (2012 – 2017 RIP) and EVERYWHEN (the school of). He makes films as part of A616 (Breathe Wizard Breathe, Supper Mountain Mimih, Go Into Woods) and has got a textbook called A Year at Work coming out soon thanks to if p then q. Visit the Erkembode website here. Twitter: @erk_embode
featured image: Bob Modem