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Send me an offering--a thought, a..., something you have been offered and would like to offer. My address is posted at
the bottom of this page.
Altar of Connections
Offerings
Offerings Fletcher Copp, 2008
| New York Primary February 5 |
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| photograph by Dorothea Lange, 1939 |
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| Mario Merz, Bicycle Fletcher Copp, 07 |
Offering from Fletcher Copp 2007.
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| Fletcher Copp, 07 |
Winter morning, frosted grasses, hard path, solitary tree,
leafless branch, red-knitted glove hangs by a thread, circling in the stillness.
--Offering from Gillian Whiteley, 8.27.04
after 38 min and 18 sec the connection went dead I finished my salad with empty disgust ( I saw) red dashes on the suffocated
slice--Untitled
(August 17, 2004) from Lillian Fellmann
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| Fletcher Copp, 2004 |
Two Saints
We went to Italy looking for the Renaissance masters and we
discovered the holy. Besides the official
sanctuaries
we stopped at every street side shrine.
In Venice I found a set of keys in the fish market and
laid them at
the feet of the corner Madonna just eye level.
In a store window we found two saints
in a perfect
reflection of the city.
Fletcher Copp, August 14, 2004
And here is an offerring in the "personal thought" category:
"The flaw of the Ideal is that it does not encounter Time
or Touch."
It is in my book, Homo Futurus--Barbara Rosenthal, 8. 04
three signs of female life in williamsburg, NYC, on August 8:
1
"spider wehhhhhhhb", a little no-neck monster shrieks threateningly sticking his stinky, almost gracefully twisted little
fingers in my face. there is nobody else around, he means me. I step through his virtual power line and pass with a newly
gained sensuousness.
2 "I have to get out of here", a woman stumbles out of a funeral home directly falling before
my feet, "I just told your grandma that you need psychological counseling", she shouts into an invisible cell phone in-between
sobs, and laughs. her white arms seem strangely detached from her mourning black body.
3 a lipstick lies in the street
run over by something heavy. it took me a while before I recognized what it was. --
Lillian Fellmann, August 8, 2004
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| shirt off his back |
Waiting at the Altar
Shirt and tie off his back, ripe with the smell of his sweat,
with the words El Monte Free Enterprise Zone, El Monte written with a black marker.
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| Letter from Bill Clinton |
A letter from President Bill Clinton with hand written editorial notes on welfare and job creation
and a copy of a letter to the editor of the Los Angeles Times about sweat shops.
All from Peter Kosenko
"Hereafter in a better world than this I will
desire more life and knowledge of you."-- As You Like It , by William Shakespeare offered
by Josh
A poem from the upside down world of cyberdiva Radhika Gajjala
suddenly
(or not)
these "spaces" are not mine
they never were
not
"my" communities.
Altar at the Priene Theatre
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| Rita Starpattern's Memorial Fan |
A memorial fan sent from Kay Turner.
A very good friend, Rita Starpattern died in April. She
was a marvelous artist, a wit and wise. I miss her. Will always miss her. She would have loved your Offerings piece. So, I
want to offer an image of her from the funeral fans we made for her ceremony of grief and remembrance. I like the idea of
having her image intermingling with all those other hopes and blessings and memorials you have there at your offering place/
altar/ repository of human connection & quotes; Kay Turner 1996
Altar for the Dead
Object Lessons
by
Peter Frank
a large object
the smaller object
the object of affection
that which is no object
the
near object objects
to all other objects
objects of the cassation
objectives of the cafe
objectivity of an
indifferent
if not necessarily disinterested
observer-object
to subject an object
to its subjects
a matter
of objects of matter
an/or non-objects
of matter and/or anti-matter
(if matter -- or, for that matter,
anti-matter
--is "an object",
or "objects", per se) -- not that
that object really matters --
objects of this matter of a
little bit of matter objecting
even (more or less) more
February 12, 18 1992
Between Los Angeles and Seattle
One of the four poems offered from & by Peter Frank
Puffer
My heart leaped up when I beheld Puffer.
He gave me all of his love and affection.
He trusted me most implicitly.
And I gave him the love,
the care
and the comfort
befitting the REGAL dog
he was! --
by and from Iris J. Wildman
JT Wine offered to pure art heart, a very animated art offering.
e. mcgrand offers her short story, May the Software Have This Dance Altar The Living Image,
an art project.
Personal incident from Dale-Harriet Rogovich, a mother and grandmother who does not see
her grandson. That was really interesting...a bit strange, you should pardon my saying so, but VERY interesting... Point of
information: my son had to return HIS son to the baby's mother, although both he and the child were blissfully enjoying a
fine life; my son was unable to get subsidized child care so he could get a good job to support himself and his son. He was
told that subsidies for child care and certain other financial benefits were only for single MOTHERS...he said, "eWell, ok,
let's say I'm a male single mother." He was turned down; the child lives with his mother, he's not allowed to see me (his
grandmother) and his mother, who is white, tells everyone that the boy is Italian (his father, my son is mulatto). There is
something wrong with this picture. Dale
Offering from Roy Ascott:
The Kuikuru effect
we have
smoked with the Page
Urubu was the bird that brought the fire to Xingu..
we brought him cyberfire
he gave us the
traditional dish of mandioca
we ate bijou
we brought him the satellite dish of telecom
the gift was a giff
he
will weave his dreams into our net
we are enmeshed in his space
his avatar is dynamic (he is jaguar)
the computador
must not be a conquistador
our datastreams are tributaries of the Xingu
in the lake, tocanis seen best in reflection....
Quince paste recipe that was created and sent to Amber Lamperti by her friend Peter and then offered
to me.
Quince Paste:
2 lbs. (1 kg) quinces cored and quartered
2 lbs. (1 kg) sugar
Juice of one lemon
Cook
the fruit with enough water to cover until soft.
Blend to a smooth consistency (or pass through a sieve).
Add sugar
and lemon and return to the flame.
Stir until mixture is dense and the sugar is dissolved.
The mixture should come
away from the pan.
Place in a mold 1 in. deep and dry for several days (baking tray is about the right size).
Unmold
and dry for several more days.
This makes LOTS of quince paste, so you'll have to get lots of triple cream brie to eat
with it.
Biscuit, bit of cheese, bit of quince: yum! --Amber Lamperti
"...my thoughts of the month crammed into a poem..."
Yvonne Campbell
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This is the first of two poems sent by Yonne Campbell
"humour is the closet distance between two people...'" quoted from Victor Borge offered by Christopher Bowers
New Household Buddhist Altar
Offered by Jacqueline Crist.
"Charley and I moved to L.A. in 1982. We leased loft space in a building on the corner of Los Angeles and Boyd Streets
in the downtown skid row area. We had 4,000 square feet of raw warehouse space in which we built a studio and living area.
We were on the second floor of a three story building located next to the Midnight Mission, which was one of the largest in
the downtown area so there was a lot of action on the streets. Sometimes in the evening I would sit in one of the windows
and watch the street stories unfold. It was common to see street people grooming themselves in the window reflection of parked
cars. One night I watched a man who appeared to be in his mid-40's eating a piece of pizza while he staggered down the street
towards a car parked next to the curb directly under the window where I was sitting. When the man reached the car he stopped
to see his reflection in the car windows. He wasn't able to stand very well and it was probably hard for him to focus on his
reflection and eat his pizza as he swayed back and forth. Just when I thought he going to walk away he fell backwards to the
sidewalk as if he was a tree that had just been felled. As he fell, his head bounced on the sidewalk. I jumped to my feet
and was trying to decide whether or not I would go down to see if he had been knocked out when another man staggered up and
stood over the fallen man as if he also could not decide whether or not to help the man lying on the street. The second man
swayed back and forth as he stood over the fallen man. He bent slightly so he could see himself in the reflection of the car
windows, spit into his right hand and ran his fingers over his hair. He straightened and gazed at the fallen man then he bent
over and checked the man's pockets, stood again, and started to continue walking down the street. Suddenly he stopped, turned
and looked down at the fallen man, bent over him, and picked up the pizza which was resting on the fallen man's face. We had
a bucket of rocks next to the window so that when something was happening on the street that required adjustment you could
pick up a rock, take aim, and change the situation below you on the street. Charley also had a baseball bat next to the door--just
in case. Once when I was coming home late a night and Charley was not there to watch for my safety, I was confronted by two
guys who thought they were going to intercept me before I negotiated my way through the three padlocks between my car and
my living space. When the two guys abruptly jumped in front of me and saw my face in the street light, one guy grabbed the
other and said, 'hey man, I'm not touchin' her, her old man's the crazy dude with the baseball bat.'" -- Jacquelyn Crist,
Boise ID.
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| offered by William C. Shissler Jr. |
A note card with the following quote on the inside:
"Be plain in dress and sober in your diet,
In short, my dearie
Kiss me and be quiet."
From Uncle Charles Gunzenhauser's mug, 1907 Anon. sender
"This is for you only." The rest of the page was empty. Anon. sender
Chinese fortune cookie fortune, mounted and framed. The fortune read: "If you look in the right places you
can find some good offerings." --sent from Doug Harvey
...someone recently asked me how you know your in love...without thinking, I answered " You know you are in love
when the pain in nearly as strong as the joy..." Anon
Chinese Wedding Altar
Thought offered from MLE
at Acme Press on reviews: "I have your review in front of me. Soon it will be behind me."
Four small books of experimental poetry tied up into a package with metal wire and wrapped in a plastic shrimp take
out bag from The Press of the Third Eye, Chicago. Books:Concave Buddha; the sound of two lip disks clacking; The Empty Calories;
the secret presidential diary of william henry harrison. Return address: "...from what once was a loft....in what was once
a city...in once what was a world."
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Poems written by Jill Gilbert with the help of four friends,
"I offer my friends a chance to get
away, laugh and have fun.
My friend is offering you her two poems."
Patterns by Jennifer Facey
I'm in a holding
pattern
Round and round
I see the ground
But can not
touch
or
settle
down
Postcard of Frida Kahlo with a quote on the back that reads "Plans are fine as long as you're willing
to abandon them in the face of truth." William Wiley from Chris Bruce
Offering from C.W Hollowell:
"If your looking for a challenging adventure with a strong spiritual dimension,
consider a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostella walking the old pilgrim route. It's about 300 kilometers (500 miles), and
is roughly four weeks if you started from one of the traditional starting points, St. Jean-Pied-de-Port on the French side
of the Pyrennes. the experience for me was absolutely unforgettable. It started on evening after dinner while sharing an after
dinner cognac. My friend Michael and I had been talking about the health benefits of long distance walking and something in
the back of my mind said 'Santiago de Compostella'...."Offering from C. W. Hollowell
Two poems from Max Allison that she always liked .
Offer his book: Emerging from the Chrysalis from Bruce Lincoln with a note and inscription
Offering. All my adult life I had an abhorrence of retirement facilities. Then one day after
a bad fall I had to face reality. I could not longer live in my comfortable condominium alone. I must enter such an establishment.
Am now living in a beautiful retirement Club, have for six months. I did not have to give up my independence or privacy. Here
I have key to the outside door , so I can come and go at will. Have very congenial people around me. Enjoy excellent meals
without grocery shopping. I am indeed happy here, and would urge elderly people to find a facility of this kind when they
can no longer live alone. --Agnes Crawford
Hello from Edward Mendelson
"My best friend"
hand written and Anon.
My best friend
She offered her love, her hair
ribbon, ironing, pickle-making,
her sleep.
As small girls they didn't
sleep. He could not sleep ever. Demanded
sex, conversation, back rubs.
She offered
a pretty picture
of a lovely housewife. He
expected it.
Finally, stuck and
sinking fast, she offered
her
life. And took his.
Dream Altar
Story about remote handling equipment used during WW II, William
C. Shissler, Jr.
Offer from Alan Sondheim
A secret:
all my early masturbation was confused with piss; I'd piss in the shower or bath, all over myself, feel
the skin melt, cum half-hysterical; later, I'd masturbate with my feet half up the wall, pissing on my chest and face. From
this grew a liquid philosophy, interstitial among other human beings, such a one. From this grew thinking through ontology
as the body suffers itself at one remove from entity; perversion strays from entity, turns towards other worlds, sleazy half-opened,
half-closed. For your site/cite/sight, citation. --Alan Sonheim
Inkling and Iotas a collaborative art project by Josefa Vaughan. He wrote me that his offering was "developed
from the 'offerings' of others to me." Inklings & Iota "grew out of tiny doodles I asked others to make. Though the original
images were often produced without deliberation, I found that as I deliverately remade them larger and bolder, they became
for me visual mantras (glorious contmainants) potent enough to transfor some inner sinse of self."
Thoughts about understanding women from Todd Shissler
Offers from two people on the Music/ Arts Forum, Compuserve ending with a couple of lines from a poem by O. Paz
Manuscript, edited in red with notes and corrections (56 pages) from Katie Crawford: "Chapter 2: Catherine de Medici
and the Precedent of the Female Political Capacity"
| Offer from Katie Crawford |
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A story by Jacquelyn Crist about living in Los Angeles that had
been included by her in a exhibition catalog and now sent as her offer.
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| Stuart Dickey's "Shmoe Guide" #1 |
Stuart Dickey's comic book was offered. In the end his character finds a friend.
Thought on tooth and claw and the poem the Brahma by Ralph Waldo Emerson offered by George Crawford
Photograph of me taken by Bia Bayotto and sent to me as her offering.
Mary Nash offered her artist's book "Skulls are Forever, A Book of Secret Truths." There are such universal throughs as "Skulls
are international. All nations have them."
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| Mary Nash's artist's book Skulls |
Postcard with a picture of the sender attached on one side and "Would you by a used car from this man?
" on the other (signed WM) from Winston Morrow
Photograph sent by Molly Buccella
Offering is an ongoing project.
The Offerings project was written about by Kay Turner in her book Beautiful Necessity. The art and meaning of women's altars.
Thames and Hudson, 1999.
It was reviewed by Patrick Joseph in ZINES for the 90's on 11/96.
This art project was a participant in Ars Electronica, 1999
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