FINAL NIGHT OF ONE OF US HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL @ST PANCRAS CLOCKTOWER. BE THERE!!
Vito has been WRITING and PERFORMING poetry for the best part of a decade. He draws inspiration from social interactions. From amazing poets to random stories he hears from lonely people in QUESTIONABLE bars. His ART is his life, thus he lives both in conjunction. LIFE & ART are inseparable that’s why he takes himself to any EMOTIONAL state he feels is necessary when writing, no matter where that path leads. Recently he has started writing PLAYS and SHORT films. Transferring his skills over to these formats opened a whole new world of expression and ARTISTIC INDULGENCE.
Watch this space for more of his material, ‘sure to make you feel,’ is his slogan.
Influences: “HOWL” By Allen Ginsberg, Stephen King, Stanley Kubrick.
She is based in LONDON. Focused on alternative methods of engagement and sound’s role in everyday life, her works take on the form of INTERVENTIONS, INSTALLATIONS and PRINTS which aim to highlight forgotten dependencies. Lisa has exhibited and contributed to a wide range of arts events and exhibitions including Folkestone Triennial, Lisbon Architecture Triennale, Cafe Oto, Resonance Fm, Framework Radio, Whitechapel Gallery, Speculum Artium and Whitstable Biennale.
Most recently she created a moving audio performance at the V&A Friday Late, sited on 12 models who moved through the museum.
BUBBLECAM is a playful exploration of online streaming and LIVE FEED possibilities. It is a partnership with Mike and Andie, a couple in Florida who set up the online bubble cam in their garden. It consists of an internet controlled bubble machine that can be activated and watched online. People from around the world visit the website to ‘blow bubbles’.
She partners with mike and Andie to create relays of this CAM, furthering the reach of this online request for bubbles. In each of the relay cams the audience are invited to participate in different ways, so as to explore the human impulse and reaction to this simple idea that has been captivating an online audience for over 10 years. Each relay cam explores what it is to be the live audience, the BUBBLE BLOWERS, the button pushers, those making anonymous demands through the internet and those affected by them.
For ONE OF US, the events guests will become the live audience, to discover how it feels to be watched.
She is also the Executive Director of THE POETRY SOCIETY OF NEW YORK and MADAME of THE POETRY BROTHEL, THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT, and THE NEW YORK CITY POETRY FESTIVAL. She is the author of IN THE MADAME’S HAT BOX (Dancing Girl Press, 2011) and translator of THE GREY BIRD: THIRTEEN EMOJI POEMS IN TRANSLATION (Coconut Books, 2014).
Stephanie’s POETRY and TRANSLATIONS have appeared in The Volta, Fence, Hyperallergic, The The Poetry, Electric Pumas, Elephant Journal, Bat City Review, Poetry Crush, Similar:Peaks, Smoking Glue Gun, La Fovea, H_NGM_N, Coconut, Interim, and other publications. Her work been reviewed in THE NEW YORKER, THE GUARDIAN, THE NY OBSERVER, THE NEW YORK POST, Poets & Writers Magazine, Styleite, Refinery 29, The Diagram, DAZED DIGITAL, Bookish, and The Poetry Foundation’s Harriet blog, among hundreds of other media outlets. Other honors include a residency from The Trust for Governors Island, grants from The Casement Fund and Hagedorn Foundation, and a 2015 &NOW Writing Award. Stephanie earned a B.A. in PHILOSOPHY and CRITICAL STUDIES at the UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, received an M.F.A. in POETRY from the NEW SCHOOL, and taught in the English Department at PACE UNIVERSITY.
You can read some of HER work below:
Gentlemen Prefer Bows Over Dinner
Old-time TV over Reebok, heaven over love.
After two beers their lips part; they get very lucky.
Four Martinis later, you’re homeless in America,
carrying an old-fashioned medical bag around
like your mother’s purse. This emergency is paramount,
tantamount, it is a Matterhorn, it is an emergency,
complete and full of meaning, explicitly significant
as a white flag—
Do you ever go to the Disney castle looking for smoke
stacks, a tea house? You are climbing everything
in the field outside my vision, which is the earth,
which is the target of a disaster. Love letters
over candy. Letters over love. There is no love outside
of the letter. There is a rose outside in the garden,
and I caught a falling leaf for the first time in my life.
I cut two copies of the key to my heart,
hammered light into sound, gunned down
three of my greatest opponents with a single shot.
I predicted this catastrophe, the catacombs
beneath the chapel, keyed the hammer, hammered the leaf
into forty smaller leaves. Even this endless heaven requires
an umbrella. Even this eternity retired
and hired a timekeeper. And we are on our way up
the Cyclone, the hurricane is coming. We are embarking
upon the Titanic on its third voyage across
the bottom of the sea, and we will wake up in different
hospitals, end up living in different palaces, one of us might
even camp outside for the night for the romance. The sun
also rises over ten different cities at once. You are climbing
everything in the field outside my vision
with the luck of a leaf. Stuck in seagrass, we flounder
like in the movies. At the end, after the great
disaster, we still take showers, get clean
and have our coffee, a small loaf of bread, and we eat it
with a fork and knife, gentlemen that we are.
AND SO IT IS BECAUSE OF THE LICHEN
Gathering the facts like so many
bones. They make a good tool
for telling you I am in love. With
the ﬂint, I tear one open, climb in,
and speak: hold me close like a cruciﬁx
above the river. I cannot cross it the way
I would my heart. In certain chambers,
the water pooled and stood. Day by day,
you recount your disillusions. You drink
from one spring & then the next. I have
remarked in women a curious ability
to embroider the facts. To get at the truth
I have been compelled to treat them as
pathological. What are her threats
but testimonies of love? That sincerity
she strewed about her as seed is
strewn and up grew a trampled ﬂower.
Gathering the facts like so many ﬂowers,
I just don’t like the water in the air
anymore. Stay on the ground. Let
your feet touch the bottom of the
spring, gaze longingly. These are
your instructions. It’s all you have
to do. He will love you too. You
will have a home. But I am scared
to descend. What if I hate it there?
So many birds in the air, pictures
in the rocks. It is vertiginous. Why
do they make it here, rather than
there? Because of the lichen, it is
impossible to see the footprints of
a child with the natural eye. His
life can be impenetrable because
of the footprints of his children
beneath the lichen. The sun is out &
water falls upon my head. My heart
takes leaps because of the lichen.
She graduated from CENTRAL SAINT MARTINS in Fine Art. Her work, often SITE-SPECIFIC, focuses on the use of TIME, DURATION, MOVEMENT and ACTION as central material properties in the making of ART. Primarily through VIDEO, DANCE and ACTION, she investigates a CRITICAL DIALOGUES between PERFORMANCE and RECORDING PLAYBACK TECHNOLOGIES.
She is currently studying CONTEMPORARY DANCE PERFORMANCE in OSLO and runs FISKEFORRETNINGEN, a studio and gallery space. CHECK OUT SOME OF HER WORK BELOW.
Film collaboration with Sive Hamilton
Printed in collaboration with Après Midi Lab
Sculpture installation, on-site at Trinity Buoy Wharf,
in collaboration with Victoria Jones.
VB is a ONEOFUS alum, having performed in our first festival ONEOFUSWHITECHAPEL as well as contributing some of her work to this years HALLOWZINE PART II. In the shoot she wears a number of vintage pieces sourced in LONDON OSLO and NEW YORK. WE were inspired by WITCH BITCHES in the forest and Japanese artist NOBUYOSHI ARAKI.