THE EXHIBITION
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THE EXHIBITION •
Dante’s Hell
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Dante’s Hell…
Darkness shall descend, not at least when you expect
Will collect all its kind, all the madness and vile seeds,
All shall witness the degradation as the sour wind passes;
And for not the greedy vultures above, none will be the wiser—
For darkness comes in stealth; not like goodness,
In small packages, this one comes in one gigantic leap
Quickly overtakes its kin until none are found
Not one small piece of them shall be spared;
And, the Earth shall be left wondering…
So too the heavens—
Where hath all mankind gone?
Us women know…
To Dante’s Hell where they belong.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Find me on Instagram: @a.c.perri
YES
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Photographer - Beth Cole
YES…
Yes, doesn’t give the right to rule;
Nor does it command one inferior to an another—
Yes, is a word construed, can be used
For good or not, the utterer the sole decider;
What truly is that word to any person?
For not the other, one can presume it, or not;
A conundrum of sorts that very word,
Yes, firmly said can scar, uttered without conviction confuses…
Yes, is a state of being;
Controlled or not,
Yes, in certain terms and circumstances be deemed illogic
Can completely annihilate the very sense of it;
A soul committed can carry it through
To the end, truly depends…
Yes, altogether, that word so elusive,
Used altruistically—
Can benefit, hinder, only sometimes, not at all times
And, when not utilised in good faith can seem
Cursed
Yes, to those who interpret it otherwise
Was meant to originally be used for.
Yes, can get rather complicated…
Leaves one contemplating—
Sometimes means quite the opposite
Then again, simple words can be difficult
To comprehend their meanings,
Yes, has so many rules, ambiguities galore;
Yes, if only one word had one true purpose
YES, would be that very word.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Find me on Instagram: @a.c.perri
Waiting.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Waiting…
I drift from this world to the next
I would suppose all do—
When nearing the end
Awaiting cessation of all bodily functions.
Those who are near gather about,
I heave and spatter, my lungs on fire;
They congregate, closer they get
As I wander, ever so slowly
Away from their world of dense matter
And into my new ethereal one.
The machines about me are beeping
Alerting those close to me
My departure imminent—
They hold me, anchor me down
I plead with a sigh, my last one…
I am off wandering the splendor
Of my new wondrous existence;
Glad to have left a little of me
Down there with them,
The ones now weeping,
Grieving my sudden earthly release…
To hell with them all.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Find me on Instagram: @a.c.perri
Know-It-All
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Know-It-All
So, you think you have worked it all out
life with all its intricacies, the ins-and-outs—
Have you truly thought long and hard upon it? I catch sometimes when you are pretending to sleep
though you might think you have, I truly believe you have yet to—
To grasp the whole concept in one life-time, you must be a genius or perhaps, just frightened
realisation can come at a cost, knowing too much, too young
a burden for most, seems not for you— different… somehow.
Have you an inkling at all? So methodical you are, one who would rather have life bypass him;
inclined to shrug all the goings-on, watching the years shorten
as the knowledge of knowing ages your time;
I shall call it out, I do not think you have figured it all out,
presumably, maybe… you don’t fool me with your
facial expression of knowing all about life; how could you?
you still rely on me so heavily, so shall take you in hand…
lead you upon the path we take every day,
throw you the ball you love chasing so much,
and, let’s not pretend you, know-it-all.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Find me on Instagram: @a.c.perri
Compos Mentis
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Compos Mentis
A thought in mind
can be shared,
inclined to spread…
without knowing how,
why, when…?
one is able—
telling it
or thinking…
two distinctive
mediums—
thinking can be measured,
telling can be heard
one is right of mind
the other left of centre.
A.C. Perri lives in the southern hemisphere where she has been writing free-style poetry and pieces of fiction described as 'delightfully unconventional' and 'over-the-top' creative works for many years. She has won awards for her work in local writing competitions having had a few published in Indie magazines. Perri’s most endearing quality is her persistence.
Find me on Instagram: @a.c.perri
More On Containers
Mario Framis Pujo is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multi-species groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
Photographer - Mario Framis Pujol
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where are you from?
where are you really from? don't be a hypocrite;
from the bacteria that form me, from the universe,
the ocean,
the matter,
the non-matter,
we don't know,
from my mother
& my mother's mother,
from nothingness,
from everywhere,
from chance,
from the soul...
it's always been the story that made the difference
& it was never meant to be my story, it's supposed to be our story.
what is so interesting anyways
about the ascent of man
and their bloody violence?
can we rather tell
Ursula's story
of the woman who harvested the wild oats, the story of life,
the story of humanity.
what is the story I wanna tell?
the story of pores opening up,
of jars full of pickles,
the story with no linearity,
the story of tending the land.
but is this also a story
where I'm just a slightly more discreet version of the great hero i such loathe?
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, who dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability, and consciousness through intimate contact with nature, and creating open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, and inspire themselves in the day-to-day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food, and social ecologies, through artistic harmony
Drought
Mario Framis Pujo is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Drought
June 2022, Alentejo, Portugal.
ágape, eros, amor
a nomad of the Kalahari, a pagan figure,
a Satan of the modern world learning to tap into
what I’m capable of listening to, suspending
on that door
I’ve been wanting to open so I can sing loudly.
tell me about your lies
& we can draft the path of what is to come
sand these rough edges
& help me say
what I really wanna say; that the smell of dry grass & clay dust
fills up every corner of this house.
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, who dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research-based practice circles around farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability, and consciousness through intimate contact with nature, and creating open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, and inspire themselves in the day-to-day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food, and social ecologies, through artistic harmony
Let it Rise
Mario Framis Pujo is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research- based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.
Photographer - Tobi Brun
Let it Rise
I am being swallowed up while inside a cocoon,
the memory of these cracks thaw.
have tea with your elders; we’re all wisdom keepers & we’re all students,
of the gift of a disabled life, accepting we are not meant to hold everything on our own. These lands are broken
& water wants to rise
up through the cracks;
let it mutiny,
let it rise.
Mario Framis Pujol is a cross-pollinated wanderer, what dances in the opaque, the chaotic, the tender, a being with the land... Their research- based practice circles around things like farming as liberation, politics as a crack, cooking as sovereignty, self-expression, vulnerability and consciousness through intimate contact with nature and the creation of open communal spaces for deep listening of bodily sensations. He dedicates their days to tending the land, as a farmer and as a facilitator to share his experience with multispecies groups who want to cultivate inner peace, learn from the natural world, inspire themselves in the day to day, hence being able to focus our perspective, in aspects related to work, food and social ecologies, through artistic harmony.