A piece of scrap paper

Super Scary Nanny

Hello, I'm here to look after your kids, cook your meals and give birth to your deepest sorrows

Hello I'm here to dig up a nest in your chest and fiddle your trust with a feather

I'll suckle your wounds, chew on your bones

Infest your senses, turn your guts inside out

I've got the Key to your house  

Sneaking under your Duvet by night

My skin is cool as a mire

Who Am I?

I´m reading Oates

ellerströms has translated and published a collection of poetry by Joyce Carol Oates. I did a live reading of some the poems at the release party.

I really like the book and several phrases really got to me so it was a joy to be asked to read them to an audience.

Get the book here:

http://www.ellerstroms.se/book/458

Wounded Knee sings songs from Black Well

My video where I read my english poetry to musik by Stry Terrarie and Andy Lundgren

New recordings

New recordings from the studio of Stry Terrarie:
https://soundcloud.com/user8306400

Bookrelease!

This is a little gem of a book directed by me with the fridgepoetry made by 46 street poets during Malmöfestivalen in august 2012.
I made an event for this years festival in my town: I made fridge poetry magnetic pieces out of two of my own poems and invited who ever wanted to, to create their own poems out of this. The poem was photographed and printed in this book.
The book is done and ready to order for 100 s.kr...
To order: http://www.waterglobe.net/Kylskapspoesi.html

The Silent Cry

Feet flee over pave

seems randomly

going places

you've never seen

seeing people

you never knew existed

carrying on

today

as always

some day

an ending

not this day

Multipel!

My latest work is a screen printed white cotton t-shirt. They will be sold through multipel.nu. This is the testprint. The Épreuve d'artiste if you want. I wear it my self and I always alter all t-shirts like this:

Proof of artist wearing her own work in public.

Get the book!

My poetry book, Black Well, is now avaliable online, at Adlibris, at the book shop at Malmö Konsthall and at Hamrelius bokhandel in Malmö. You can also order it directly from the publisher, Waterglobe productions and get it signed!

TOPPRAFFEL on Black Well

There's no one like Pidde and his movie reviewing blog TOPPRAFFEL! Here a fine one about our art-film Black Well sings songs from Black Well:

http://www.toppraffel.se/2012/08/konst-wounded-knee-sings-songs-from.html

Thanks Pidde <3 You are so welcome to drink some of the hundreds of beers we got from TT to launch my debut poetry book!

Poetry + beer = Mmmmmakes mummy go mmMMmmm...

Lovley review

There is a real fine review on our performance on Monday at Palladium, Malmö. It is about my artmovie "Wounded Knee sings songs from Black Well" and the live performance that followed by me and Kirsti Öibakken Pedersen, 2Mothers in a car wash (it's in in Swedish).
http://kulturbloggen.com/?p=59349
We are giving the same show to night, same place, same time! Be there!

Picture showing 2Mothers in a car wash at Palladium...

Electronica in progress

I am insainly exited about the music project I am working om right now with lovley Kirsti Øibakken Pedersen

We are in the creative phase and hope to perform real soon. It's going to be a performance with music and lyrics, electronica, sweet voices, rough roarings, fathomless depths, summer breeze and curly waves against rocky cliffs.

I can't wait to show you!

Photo: Niclas Tilosius

Pics from ART/POETRY LAB

The magnetic board

Comfy clutter

Labassistent no 1

Cozyness Royale

Happy, shiny people!

Poets in pair

The window today

See you next time!

Saturday happening

-A follow-up to last year’s success "Studio Wounded Knee" where over eighty people took part and made their impression.The happening will be launched online and take place IRL at the same time and you can be a part of it! ART/POETRY LAB Wounded Knee will be created by the participants themselves (you!), supported by the artist herself and an assistant.
Afterwards you will be able to see the work on Internet for some time. Be there or be... you know... square...:)

May 5 at 6 pm 'till midnight
At Formbart, Erik Dahlbergsgatan 24, Malmö, Sweden
ART/POETRY LAB Facebook group

Sister in despair

Sweet sister in despair

I see You -
walking across the square
where crows live
where no one cares anymore
- no one cares -
And you can hardly walk
You can hardly sleep
You can hardly sweep

Not a good woman at all
For sale at the lowest price

I see you
Your eyes are shut
Bumbling walk along the pave
Sister, O so soaked in
- Crystal River -
where you swam

Such hard binge for days
and days
Glut is your sin
Wrath is mine
I see you
I see you

Later, at home
My crystal ball:

Watching you
I fall into you
I am inside you
Around you
I carry your sorrows on the way home
and your flooded worries
I hit and slap until
moaning stops

I raise my glass for you
O, sister in despair
I am one with your pain

It's my guts you throw up
It's my wounded knees
It's my aching slit
It's my tormented soul
My memories
My tainted skies

You are in my Crystal Ball
I am in You
(I see) You -
walking across the square
where nothing is real
And you can hardly walk
You can hardly steal
You can hardly smile
Not a good Woman at all


(soon at a gallery space near you)

Picture : Corinne Day, check her out...

Johannes Jazz and Miss Koko

Foto Peter Kroon

Work in progress. Intended result: live performance including poems, painting, music, film... and who knows what else?

More lyrics

Photo: Mattias Ankrah

Angelic boy

I'll put you in my womb
if you don't shut up

inverted world
backward eyes

Lake of dead bodies
black water
Slaves and tar
Stinky swamps

Angelic and
rutten wings
a seductive manboy

O Angelic boy
my head's so heavy
and it smells like
fish skin here

There's no air
and no sun
I wan't to go out
I wan't to go in

I'm tying knots on a black ribbon
Sleep offers no rest


***
Don't shit where you eat

I asked him if I could play ping pong with his heart
and he said No
and I said: Well, that's the best offer I can make

-go fish...

In every thin, happy person
there's a fat, sad one
Give her a hug
she's a part of you

-don't shit where you eat...

There were times I was so sick of you
and I loved someone else
I couldn't get

That's the conditions of Love
I know
it's not fare
it's not ment to be

-break a leg
and bend over...

***

Capable

I'm capable
so uncapable

I'm dangerous
I'm a hazard

I am reversed
I am both

I can't trust my self
I am the howling fox

Fear me
I fear me

Please lock me up before
I do someting

-gorgeous

***

Poems in the making

This is how it looks at first. Scraps of torn paper.

Lyrics

This whole thing with performing with my own lyrics really happened fast. Me and Jan was at an art opening and was asked to participate at Rostrums Free Store Sounds which was going to take place in two weeks. We all had a little bit to drink this evening and boldly declared that we'd perform!
So, we had to make some sort of performance together, fast. We composed five different "pop-songs" with my lyrics, Jan's sculpture sounds, musical instruments and my voice... It was two truly creative weeks!

I already had some unfinished lyrics or poems laying around before this whole thing started but never really knew what to do with it. I have also nourished a wet dream about being in a musical band and to work with lyrics.

I am now continuing working with it trying to make a solo performance and perhaps recordings of it। We'll just see what happens...


Ultimo adios

Ultimo adios
in Spain
a dog a cage

make friends with demons

The price is good

Face fear

unpleasent dreams

Polka dot demon
is licking my face
You catch a fly with your tounge
-it's cute

A face on its ass

-it's an emo pet

***

Devil's trails

sampled sounds makes the beat

it's a door to a heart
a breakdown a part
of us when we do

abandoned belives

I'll do it I'll do it I'll do it

mothers are made
strange
running down
rainy street
baby's pram


wind in space, dust om face

Martian dust, devil's trails

black moon, baby's face,

charcoal, tidy lace

cat's cry, paw print, black fire, skies are white

bird's heart, baby fish, sudden kiss


a friend of a friend
have a shed you can hide
inside

inside
inside
inside

***

House of Criminals

House of criminals
I live there now
A haunted house, always night time
with all it's sealed rooms
The big house at the end of the ledge
All the storming nights


All the dusty corridors
Quiet
I who sleep there
Haunters never rest
The prosecutors of justice
My borrowed rooms
in the house of murderers
They will return at anytime


Rest ashore and all that crap
I'm back on my cliff
Where it's always gusty


spiritual start
intuitive thought
restless longning
itchy hands
haunted heart
sad songs
many cry nights
fire within
***

The songs are about my trip to Spain some years ago, strange this that happens to you and dreams. Sort of.



I perform under the name Wounded Knee.

FREE STORE SOUNDS

Jan Cardell and Wounded Knee (me) is performing at Rostrum Gallery, Malmö Sweden on 15:th of December 2010. Cardell is a sculptor, making mechanical computer programmed orchestras. I'll be the vocalist,reading my own lyrics. J.C. is also playing his saxophone and harmonica.

Updated blog: http://at-rostrum.blogspot.com Jan in his studio with some sound sculpture...