Implied Spaces is a term that derives from art and architecture. It has since expanded into the area of 3D modelling. The concept has implications for Mass Media, literature, sociology and other cultural studies.
When dealing with three-dimensional artwork, such as sculptures and installations, the viewer must consider the space as an extension of the piece. It becomes the conduit that connects the viewer to the artwork. The relationship between the two exists in implied space.
Reading Between the Lines, artistic see-through church in Borgloon created by the Belgian architects Pieterjan Gijs and Arnout Van Vaerenbergh.
From this grows the notion of creation of space in the process of construction. Consider the upper corner of the room, it is the consequence of constructing the room. The builders and future occupants are concerned with the intended purpose of the room ( the room’s acknowledged space).
Once the room is completed and put into use, a spider takes up residence in one of the upper corners of the room. It constructs its web in this space. This was not the intended purpose of the corner from the point of view of the designers, builders, or occupants. The upper corners are just implied spaces that are a consequence of creating the room. That does not stop the space from being used by the spider.
The potential of a Mass Medium is implied space waiting to be occupied by those who can put it to use.
Notes quickly scatter –
corners cut preconceptions,
implied spaces fill.
As fluttering hands weep silently,
She relents on condition,
that he not travel unaccompanied –
shadows seen carving
the lines of the mountains with glaciers,
protected by a wooden box,
lay next to a smaller one of tin,
a package tied with faded ribbon
cut from some forgotten heart.
Forest smiles, useful for loneliness –
first of all,
He will lead this box of sleeping lyres
and do this –
this is four of seven,
the only protector,
feathers dancing with moonlight mist.
The stranger wanted to be left alone,
so he kept moving, moving,
moving unconsciously carrying
his first valentine
as the solitary farm-house,
filled with ravens
playing fiddles merrily,
recedes into memory .
That is his so so sewing,
don’t you think;
for if a rock-star falls
alone in the woods,
does anyone sing the blues ?
OBSERVATIONS & COMMENTARY NOTES
Free Verse Format
Often silent archaeology
wish forbidden bells’ secrets –
frosty pagan puppeteers.
Byzantine roundabout body
diffidently drains year –
trail calls bones again .
Pamphlet addition paints
illuminated STOP –
a field kitchen cockatoo denouement.
Defective foot fallacy- orange
denotation constructing emotional appeal –
at the bottom of the paper pool
the Weary Detective pens slogans.
In nearby Eindhoven,
Never miss………………. the movement –
Cycle the Van Gogh.
This piece of Broken Folklore includes a Dadaist Fairy Tale Analysis, and accompanying Asemic Collage Illustrations. Any resemblance between the characters/events in this tale and any persons, living or likewise, is an archetypal synchronicity . Please refrain from leaving any significance & empty popcorn containers under your seat.
children be confusing.
every time mindful of,
Just how much more
Traffic eye GOOD MOTHER ?
Pit of confusing visual
DOWN TO EARTH
can be helpful but just
Then add to
keep up with
“Tho/u have to
Once again gathered inspiration from Claudia McGill’s Collage Poetry ( her compositions make much more sense –see link ) for process. As I put things together, it seemed to me that I had a couple of Motivational Posters shaping up- but with a blend of asemic text, images & phrases cut from magazines and one of my earlier visual compositions. So, if you are a free spirited child at heart Dadaist looking to wander/wonder, these posters & poetical lines are for you.
Asemic Charts map out words between the lines of a cartography of letters that fall into implied spaces of meaning – walking down pathways that mark the neurological echoes of language, standing at the corners of memory, just trying to make a point, as the checkered Mumbles drive by, carrying their indecipherable messages – fares past due .
Cayes of straight lines turn, as waves of scribbles crash & break up against the ignorant reefs and the continents of magnitude, shifting discourse between the public & private, pebbles tumbling and snap-chatting in the brine of sentiment – ships full, carrying vague memories, voyage out to the edge of knowledge and fall off into uncharted symbols of inarticulate notes & post-its = 3[ a shopping list of to-dos trapped in a crowded aisle of fridge door reminders & text messages twittering off; towards a horizon, a steady stream of verbiage winding down the spout of proclamations, declarations, and demanding questions twittering in the wind of popular culture’s current of trends].
False facts fly by clouds of alternative truths, casting shadows upon oft aged newspapers and messed missed memos of certitude – fingers follow the lines and curves of letter cartography, punching out the meaning of messages, while linking in the glaring light of day at three in the morning – or half past the International Dateline, as diplomacy dips and heaves in choppy seas – manoeuvring past melting relationship icebergs that grind out responses most apt. How the butterflies and albatrosses rise on feathered colloquial cognition & wing their way to new latitudes & longitudes of interpretations, translations, and adaptations into new forms of expressions, accents, dialects & idiolects . Mores and Memes twirl in the breezes of topical isles, leaving no moan unturned in the whining whinges of platitudes and vagrancies of fellowship broken by wordless ineptitude – the flowers and exotic fruit of friendly eyes & soft calming voices dance on the bright sand of a beckoning paradise.
Linguistic certainty seeks Mass Media proficiency midst the shoals of transparency – undisclosed eventualities line up in the Blocked Capillaries carrying spam messages and unsolicited calls tangling the lines of communication in a fretful scurrying of requests, demands, surveys, and surprising offers – One Time Only, Big Prizes & Win a trip to day-glow entry points of power and home security from the vicissitudes of human frailty that moves on infirm limbs towards an uncertain certainty of ending. How like a rose petal the fragrant smell of limited success is written in the margins of monthly endeavours – wasting time in the shadows of verbiage, chewing on sentences, falling over phrases of collaged ideas = too(L) mu(L)ch the Power of Beliefs & Ideologies that is a Pavement covered in the chalk colours of the our Soaring Hopes & Dreams, and cracked by our Feverish Fears & Insecurities. Whispers fill the cracks with innuendo & gossiping tongues – graffiti proclaims the margins will bleed into the main clauses of conviction with garish colours and spiralling scripts to inspire archetypal plays and loud mimes that chant out phonemes & morphemes of yet to be discovered languages that rise on the melodies of trees & galaxies.