Life/Times :: Josephine LiPuma

5/7/5

2008-01-04T22:26:00.000-04:00

past loves stitches leave me
trials of themselves around heart aches
love for one only

Josephine Lipuma 2008

You Would Think After All These Years I Would Smarten Up?

2007-12-23T17:50:00.000-04:00

As my younger friends say: "?".
Do I buy
into redeemed love.
What is redeemed love,
I ask myself?

“Do I have a pumpkin
on my shoulders?.”

That quote comes from one of my ex’s.

I used to butcher the quote and say:
"You think I have a pumpkin on my head?"
My ex, he was wise, sometimes .
But his quote makes me wonder,
who is the pumpkin head?
H-m-m-m-m-m-m-m?
Choices are life’s fabric,
the id patchwork?

Idiot is maybe a better word choice, you think?

Who is picking idiots,
or is that rotten pumpkins?
Shrinks say we repeat patterns.
And they become patches of ones love matches
(Think how Frankenstein’s mate was made?).

Just once! ONCE, ONCE!
I would like to understand the meaning of life.
Woody Allen said : “Their is no meaning of life.”
After he tried to find the meaning of life through his films.

Maybe I will run off with a young buck?

Oh dear!

Got any pumpkin patches to plant,
or weed
or sow?

Cheers: Josephine

Q: Enduring love, what is it to me?

2007-10-21T23:50:00.000-04:00

Q: What makes a life/love enduring in the long haul?

A: For me,
I guess it is faith in my own internal voice,
my own long haul.

it really does not have any correlation
to paired-up couple kingdoms.

For me, enduring means
I make sacrifices for love,
not
to prove
I am worthy
or
unworthy of love.

I have to remember,
one always mourns,
lost deep love.

SO: before I throw love away,
I better know
what I am going to lose.

(Maybe it was my lost year,
I wonder,
how about you?)

Josephine Lipuma's work is shown in two screenings in Chicago......

2007-09-30T16:36:00.000-04:00

PROJECT 59 PRESENTS:

59 SECONDS VIDEO FESTIVAL

in Chicago at:

The Galaxie at 2603 W. Barry Ave.¨ August 24th

8:59pm

Organized by Nicole Wood Thanks to Dubi Kaufmann

doc films at ¨The University of Chicago located at
--1212 E. 59th St.

August 25th

3:59pm

Organized by Kyle Westphal,.
Thanks to Dubi Kaufmann and Josephine Lipuma

59 Seconds Video Festival introduces 59 videos, 59
seconds each: a collection, chosen by audiences in
USA, Austria, Australia, Germany, Poland, Czech
Republic, Slovakia, Italy, Australia, Israel, Brazil,
Argentina and Spain. Mini documentary, political
satire, tragedy, comedy; metaphorical, narrative,
experimental, edgy, controversial, creative and
thought provoking works, including a unique collection
of videos that integrate number 59.

he's back?

2007-09-29T18:46:00.000-04:00

He's back

I wonder why?

You think it is love?

&

I am runnning

as fast

as

I

can!

toward him!

&

from him as fast as I can....&...?

cheers: pooky

2007-09-23T22:27:00.000-04:00

Folks, this is my first blog post in more then
a year or so.

I suppose I would consider it,
a lost year in my life,
a silent one.

I suppose I might want to retell the story of
my lost year or so.

I will let the blog do its work to unfold the story.

My last blog entry was about how
I was so-so-so
in love
and was teaching in the burbs'.

Well, the love was a super bump; the teaching had those same aspects. (I was driving a car in the dark with a sack over my head, and could only smell the fumes!)

So, --here it will unfold, as it unfolds.

Cheers: Josephine LiPuma.

2006-03-29T21:40:00.000-04:00

Hey: currently teaching at a college in the burbs, have a loved one and doing great...
more to follow:

2006-01-11T13:48:00.000-04:00

Life is great and good and fanastic at this time, beginning of 2006.

I feel very fortunate being with a certain person at the beginning of this year.

Who is it? I guess only the pooky knows: ha!

I thought perhaps I would give up my search for a while.

Behold, he comes into my life.

What a wonder?

I was so complacent
about dating again,
--------this was too easy.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

2006-01-02T17:19:00.000-04:00

Love is in bloom----
I know:
Pooky Again!

Why on earth would you attempt, this again.
Are you a Walnut or What?
Well there is love and there is fire,
&
it is very sweet, do you think it has to do with science?

I always have said only the shadow knows.

I think only the pooky knows...

yeah think about it!

2005-11-28T17:51:00.000-04:00

Well I am done with my (MFA in Electronic Visualization) at UIC at Chicago: Fall 2005.
If you blog readers have been wondering what the H_LL I have been doing, here it is:

For the last 8 weeks I have done working on the documentation/paper of my thesis,
with that said this is my first blog entry in a while.

The universe has been very very good to me, I will tell you all soon.

2005-10-08T17:59:00.000-04:00

I am wondering
about
WHY
my mom
put pothholders
between the pots
in her
bottom kitchen cabinets.

Charlotte said:
"It was so the pots would not make noise!"

2005-10-08T17:50:00.000-04:00

Josephine Lipuma does TriBeCa NYC in 59 seconds

Josephine Lipuma exhibits her film, Colorant,
at the second screening of the 59 Seconds Film/Video Festival

http://www.irinadanilova.net/59_sec_fest/59_sec_scr.htm

Title of Film: Colorant
00:00:59

Date/ Director/Producer : 2005/Josephine Lipuma

Original Format/Viewing Format: Mini-dvd NTSC
Genre/Credits: Experimental Societal Short/

Josephine Lipuma/concept/editor
Sound Designer: Josephine Lipuma

Synopsis: Colorant is a short dealing with bias using color/shape/form & other beautiful metaphors. Bias comes in different forms. The filmmaker Josephine Lipuma confronts the inner bias in all of us. Through image processing/colorization/visual effects/sound & tight editing of public domain footage, she reconfigures, "Birth of a Nation", and other public domain footage. She guides the viewer from pretty into his or her own internal voice to confront bias.

2005-10-03T19:08:00.000-04:00

hi everyone, I am back from silence.
It is hard not too explain the silence,
but maybe
it does not need
to be
explained,
it just was.

So now I will post again, sorry for the silence.

It was nice to be quiet, se'

timao to all:
Josephine Lipuma

2005-08-19T00:00:00.000-04:00

pooky is back fom silence

2005-07-31T21:28:00.000-04:00

---stills from my performance: 6_11_05/6-12_05::

http://www.flickr.com/photos/vj_jl_pooky/

2005-07-27T02:32:00.000-04:00

i am ok........................Z

2005-07-18T00:56:00.000-04:00

silence

2005-07-12T01:20:00.000-04:00

Pooky is at it again…..

Pookyville is romancing the stones again?
that is not Mick, he is even too old for me!

And he is still breeding kids....

I wonder what is going on here?
pooky hates this dating thing..

Pooky hates it, but what is the alternative?

Prince Charming or is it Prince Alarming is getting older?

oh well, pooky, just watch yourself...

bye blog for now..

2005-07-06T16:46:00.000-04:00

Scene 2:

Will poserman #100000000000000 or
I can’t remember how many I have met;
stand up please?

I answered an ad from a dude in Elmhurst.
He was a couple of miles from me.
Good thinking pooky, local is good.

I don’t want a long distance relationship,
it builds illusions, been there, done that.
Pooky don’t do it.

So I give this man an answer to his calling out:
“Come and get me!”

He responds. But there is one problem,
he is living near the Artic circle!
His duty to the penguins
or something like that? So he saids.

Does this present a location problem?

2005-07-05T14:26:00.000-04:00

nothing much to say, I am quiet...

2005-07-04T01:08:00.000-04:00

Does anyone have a bed red rubber nose I can borrow?
Please advise!

jl pooky

2005-07-03T19:33:00.000-04:00

Act one: *
The Clowns Roost On My Heart!
(boomer dating)
Scene one:

This is a picture of jl pooky
in repose having getting chased by
a clown on a coffee date at StarOffice.

He told me he had a big honker.

In front of me sat this HUGE red NOSER.

He said he was my soulmate, but he forgot to ask me
if he was mine. He said he could tell, so we needed
to close the deal tonight, or the laid-est the next day.
Come on, was I born with a clown hat on.

My poor mother!

Ok!
I have refrained from speaking about the journey
of dating via the Internet. It is widely practiced by a
lot of boomer-aged individuals.

I wonder what they are seeking?

Do you think some of them want to relive their youth,
free love and rockin' roll, The Stones,
The Grateful Dead, and Alter States
It is not the movie!

We searching for it again (the connection, our beloved),
or I am searching? Do you think I am smelling fumes?

In the meanwhile, 20-30 year marriages, dust off. The dusting
off comes with kids, lost wealth, lost love, mistresses,
or for the women, an extra lover or two. All they were
trying to do is keep the marriage alive!

FOR WHO? The kids, the wealth, the inheritance, the land,
religious duty, and on and on, "illusionary fumes, I say!"

I will get into the more in the other acts of life,
the scenes of life, later.

I have met, married men, who didn't tell me there
were married. I have met married men who told me
they were married and seeking friends.

I say: "I think one calls those friends with benefits, se'".

Men have contacted me who have been running ads,
who are seeking a roll over=hook-up. A man who lives
in Utah contacted me. Maybe he is seeking a third wife,
which is not in marriage, THE THIRD MARRIAGE. But a
third women to add to the other two, OR THREE OR FOUR.

I have been contacted by 24-38 year olds,
who think my picture is hot, even though
it is a g-rated face shot.

In my ad it states:
"I am seeking men 48-58." Instead, I get
really young guys, who have fancies about
older women thrill-seeking adventures.

There is nothing wrong with an older women
dating younger men, but will it last.

How long is the distance between love and death,
love and commitment, love and lies, love and secrets,
love and me and you?

This leads me with the idea there are players in every field,
(I know not very original, but it is how I feel!).
And for every player, come wonderful individuals
who have become my friends!

Maybe even a husband or two or three?
Only kidding....................?

More to come......…!

*this work is fictionlized.

2005-07-01T20:09:00.000-04:00

maybe?
this is (vj) jl pooky?
you
never know?

2005-07-01T17:07:00.000-04:00

POOKY IN REPOSE #1

POOKY IN REPOSE #2

Which is the right mug of pooky?
only the shadow knows?
is #1 or #2 or #3 and so on
and so on......would the mystery
guest please come forward?

2005-07-01T12:32:00.000-04:00

dear blog:

It is Friday,
the weekend of July 4th.
It is very quiet
and peaceful in my
subterranean loft space.

It is not that my mind space is always speaking in tongues.
But sometimes it helps just to be still and let the writing
flow out of me, instead of forcing it out of me.
I have been working on a paper about my thesis.
I have gone through various drafts. I have to meet
a deadline soon, really soon.

The whole context is about love, different levels
or textures of it. The performantive nature forces
my attention around the circumference of the piece,
to think of it as a whole;
instead of parts.

The parts need to be detailed..

More to come....

uma puma

2005-06-29T15:30:00.001-04:00

When it comes to
love.....
people imagine
only what
they can accept
and
they accept
it only.....
if they can.

2005-06-23T22:31:00.000-04:00

What is the course of action from this day forward?

As I lean on my cheek?
What is next?
I wonder?
Do you?
Who will I dream of next?
This evening it was Elaine, we were both searching?
But for who?

2005-06-14T02:06:00.000-04:00

nothing really new today
or tonite,
will advise
of anything new
soon,

blog

bye for now
(vj )jl pooky

2005-06-05T03:57:00.000-04:00

Hoping all of you can come to my mfa show,
I have posted the info on my blog
later
uma puma

2005-06-03T03:15:00.000-04:00

Josephine Lipuma aka (VJ) jl pooky does
her m.f.a show.:
“frammenti: love/ damnation / redemption”

Her performance will be broadcast over the
Access Grid worldwide, via the web.

Like DJs, there are many different kinds of VJs:
from the most amateurish (who string content together
without any vision), to those who use this form
of media dissemination to express themselves imaginatively.

Josephine Lipuma aka (VJ) jl pooky is currently at the forefront
of the scene. "Some people use content without really thinking
about the result," says (VJ) jl pooky, "while others really
concentrate getting their message/context across.”

A new generation has discovered, in Josephine Lipuma aka
(VJ) jl pooky, an extremely out of the ordinary & new way
of disseminating new media (VJ) work. Josephine Lipuma
asks her audience to encode the content,
to explore the different ways, they are understanding it,
whether that be video/film, & sound, or live-feed/ networked
content: remixed/ rethought /recontextualized/ reasserted.

"The scene is still very young," (VJ) jl pooky continues, "but VJs
are being called upon to work in every field of art , whether
it's video,film, interactive media events or simply opening
up different musical genres, which is what is happening
in Japan and England. In any event, apart from San Francisco,
New York and Montreal, there isn't much
happening in North America, except for one little pocket
of hotbed activity: The Electronic Visualization Lab” (evl),
UIC at Chicago, 843 West Taylor,
on the second floor.**

Josephine Lipuma aka VJ jl pooky will perform her
“frammenti: love damnation / redemption”
in three continuous separate pieces,
(1) The “Unbearable Heaviness of Waiting”,
(2) “Furious Breeding”, &
(3) “Angeli”.

It is said about her,“ She brings to new media something
forceful & poetic & spiritual, but at the same time
she brings to her audience a thoughtful, riotous,
wonderful experience, like no other.”

There will also be a “Video Teatro” of her
experimental video works.

Performance Artist, Alison Riess is the ghost-bride,
as she reflects love in three separate themes, distant but close.

The dates: Friday, June 10th, (opening 6-9)
& Saturday, June 11th, 2005.
The performance times:
Friday: 6-7-8
Saturday, 6-7.
(this event is free to the public)

::ATTENTION: this performance has abstracted nude figurative
material which may not be suitable for sensitive viewers,
the "Video Teatro" is for general audiences.

For further info go to this link:
http://www.evl.uic.edu/puma/jl_pooky.html

** For directions how to get there, go to this link:
http://www.evl.uic.edu/core.php?mod=9&type=6&cat=40

2005-05-31T23:26:00.000-04:00

Do I have to do this again,
I am sick of it,
the dating
the mating
the parting
the unparting,
the whatever....it is?
do you know?

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2005

2005-05-03T04:02:00.000-04:00

well, you would think I would give up......
on this thing called love....
sometimes
I wonder if
I am just crazy
about the concept of love...

the way it sounds.....
the way if feels......
the way it smells...
the way it touches me....
the way it is............

so tell me what is love?
I would like to know.....

maybe it is just a human invention....
for breeding purposes?
for mating purposes?

for what purpose?

well maybe I will ask jl pooky,
she might know?

se'

2005-04-27T04:31:00.000-04:00

what do you
do
when
he or she
says: "well, I like you but I don't love you?"
is that perfect order?
or chaos theory
in action?
whose chaos?
whose actions?

I give up
I just give up

I think i will just do my work
&
live my life
forget about this thing called
love

sorry cole porter,
not the other porter?

2005-04-24T01:39:00.000-04:00

well
jj jameson is behind a bar of words,
and so he is gone from chicago,

for a while.

2005-03-22T23:18:00.000-04:00

(as written by---C. J. Laity)
http://chicagopoetry.com/

Apparently the poet we have all known (and some of us have loved) as J. J. Jameson came to Chicago twenty years ago after busting out of prison! According to police, J. J. Jameson's real name is Norman Porter, who was number one on the Massachusetts' most wanted list for escaping from jail in 1985. After discovering Jameson's fingerprints matched those of the murderer, the FBI did an internet search and, guess what, found out that Jameson was ChicagoPoetry.com's poet of the month. Porter (aka Jameson) escaped from the Norfolk Pre-Release Center twenty years ago, where he was serving two life sentences for shooting a store clerk in the back of the head with a shotgun. While awaiting trial for that, he escaped the Middlesex Jail by killing the superintendent with a gun he had smuggled in. Jameson was arrested in 1993 in Chicago for an unknown crime, and it took the police this long to match his fingerprints to those of the notorious murderer. The poet known as J. J. Jameson has been arrested at the Unitarian Church where he's been a leader for several years.

"I've had a good 20 years," the ill-healthed poet we knew as J. J. Jameson was quoted as saying upon his arrest.

my comments (Josephine Lipuma's) on jj:

Well, I have known J. J. Jameson for about 10-15 years, the urban legend was a certain unnamed publisher founded him homeless and helped him get back on his feet. I guess it was from running from the poLICE, his feet were tired, screaming.

I have read with J. J. many times, and to tell you the truth and only the truth, I thought the only murders he might do were with radishs or some kind of vegetables.

J. J. would tell me: "Josephine, your poetry doesn't read well on the page!"

I say: "through the wonder of the poetry or the cover of poetry, J. J. went straight for 20 years!
(think about that one, for while!)."

Well, were ever you (J. J.) are your poetry will read very well as a movie or perhaps on the back of an orange shirt, I can see this one not walking away!

This is a very well written plot, don't you agree?

2005-02-25T15:31:00.000-04:00

2005-02-24T21:25:00.000-04:00

Co_Conspirators
Josephine LiPuma & Connie Fillippelli ::
2 WOMEN
one dark twisted, over the edge,
the other funny deep, philosophically, eccentric
combine their talents in
The Theatre of Love & Blood

Josephine & Connie will be featured readers ::

Friday 2/25/05
at 7 o'clock in the evening
in the heart of Pilsen at
Kristoffer's Cafe
hosted by Vito Carli

Kristoffer's Cafe
1733 South Halsted Avenue
Chicago, IL

312-829-4150
http://www.krisofferscafe.com

2005-02-11T13:59:00.000-04:00

And few words from Ovid...

to be loved, be lovable.

-Ovid

And a few words from the LiPuma aka (vj) jl pooky
as Curley from The Three Stooges
would say:

"Certamente!*"

*Certainly

2005-02-03T17:08:00.000-04:00

Time Weaver II .....
a revisit to this poem,
let's say a rewrite: "AGAIN!"

fates
weave time
with twine memories

once there’s youth
twice there’s midlife

and then:
I peer down
rusty gun barrels
life’s furious gunpowder

do I worry
if it will shoot
itself
off?

memories
hold me tight
I am an ACE Bandage
running between shots

memories combust
one after another
patterning my heart
with sweet thorns

hell, the thorns
were forbidden lust

I hear your heartbeat
wide as my grin

your sweat dripping
crystal bell cries
falling soft
shooting moons
tucked away
in my frilly carpenters shirt

ripping
through your
hard oak
I become soft pine
molded
into desire

Josephine LiPuma
all rights reserved 2005

2005-01-18T15:35:00.000-04:00

honey coat me

cappotto di miele*
with your hugs

il cappotto di miele
me

honey bee

*honey coat me

How does a women at my age relate to being a girlfriend, I have not been called that since I was in my 20’s (honey this or honey that, it was sweet), OK, maybe in my 30’s......DUH, I don’t know. Any ideas or thoughts on this subject?

I feel like putting on a Catholic girl uniform and pigtails.
Ridiculous thoughts on my part? Maybe yes, maybe no!
It is not even Halloween yet, wasn’t that in October of last year?

Josephine LiPuma
all rights reserved 2005

2005-01-05T21:55:00.000-04:00

il paradiso è una disposizione d'animo

il paradiso è uno stato di corpo

il paradiso è uno stato di anima

il paradiso la è

paradise is a state of mind

paradise is a state of body

paradise is a state of soul

il paradiso la è

2005-01-03T14:34:00.000-04:00

2004-12-30T05:03:00.000-04:00

c'era un*
fuoco nella mia stanza vuota ho pianto con l'odore di lei steaming di muri franando raggiungo per il
che l'alzando soffitto che era soltanto un dorso disegna lí ero un fuoco nella mia stanza vuota con l'odore
di
lei

there*
was
a
fire
in
my
empty
room
I cried
with
the
smell
of
you
walls
steaming
caving in
I reach
for
the
rising
ceiling
it
was only
a back draft
there
I was
a
fire
in
my
empty room
with
the
smell
of
you

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-12-29T23:25:00.000-04:00

Come Questo *
Tic di Ronaldo

if you ask me
what is perfect longing
you peer overhead
I smile
Come Questo
Ronaldo Twitch

if you tell me
you desire to view
my neck curves
I turn to the left
while
you mark my ivory stalk
with strawberries
Come Questo
Ronaldo Twitch

if you want to kiss
my red rose tips
peeking
through dark lace
I climb on top
of your
furry chest
Come Questo
Ronaldo Twitch

when you become
my wanton shaman
your red silk robe
parts
filled with desire
Come Questo
Ronaldo Twitch

*Like This
Ronaldo Twitch

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-12-22T18:29:00.000-04:00
today is a great day in the life and times of this techie_human_being
1. My mom is ok and was released from the hospital, a tummy ache of some kind, reflux thingy,
just like me.
2. My pieces arrived at the new musuem of new art(mona), Detriot, Michigan in one piece, via snail mail.
3. I mailed the other works, to NYC, I wondered if they have arrived at their destination?

oh well blogger, time to go today:
all is well

jl

2004-12-19T13:29:00.000-04:00
11:30 in the morning
lei’re il mio cibo di conforto
to: you know who you are

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie

lei’re il mio cibo di conforto sono
la sua torta di patata dolce

dolce
dolce
laid down sugar maple syrup
baked with my ribs
your fingers played
up and down
my spine
my comfort food
to sit at your table
is too know you
to not have you
is too be in hell
there is no archangel
who I can compare to you
my dolce devil
God has given us a feast
we are to consume it
there is no one in my reach
who can compare with you

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie

lei’re il mio cibo di conforto sono
la sua torta di patata dolce

we say grace
then devour
each other

you’re my comfort food
I am your sweet potato pie
dolce
dolce

Josephine Lipuma
all rights reserved 2004

2004-12-19T04:29:00.000-04:00
Where on earth is the cure for misplaced love?
Does anyone know the cure?
Or is it just illusion?

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh:
sick of it

just sick of it!

2004-12-16T04:33:00.000-04:00
che cercando l'eleganza in tutto lei desidera l'eleganza in tutto lei fa desiderando l'eleganza in tutto il
desiderio me la desidero

seeking elegance in everything you are
desiring elegance in everything you do
desiring elegance in all
desire me
desire you

to love and be loved;

can the planet GOD
solve the riddle?

desire is a universal methaphor
for you or for me

it flows from me to you
you to me

planets are aligned
joined super novas
sighing orchids

si'

speak to me, expose me, moan for me, scream for me,
speak to you, expose you, moan for you, scream for you

si'

seeking elegance in everything you are
desiring elegance in everything you do
desiring elegance in all
desire me
desire you

si'

Josephine Lipuma al rights reserved 2004

2004-12-16T04:21:00.000-04:00
the only thing pining

is good for

is a nice piece

of stubborn wood

stuck in the ground

and he is not growing

wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

2004-12-16T04:14:00.000-04:00
links to my media work:

http://www.evl.uic.edu/evshow/

http://uralncca.ru/outvideo_en_cinema

http://www.le-musee-divisioniste.org/mediacentre/video_channel/index.html

2004-12-16T03:32:00.000-04:00
Pearl Garden 2004

1 o’clock in the afternoon

Sunday in the Pearl Garden

November 23rd, 2005
In an enormous
feather bed
drowning

I was
swallowed up

"Join me in the Pearl Garden": he says

Magnolia trees bloom
their aromas
on floor:
screams stuck
on ceiling
mounting each other
on walls:
soul glyphs,
we are blasted
every
which way.

'Join me in the Pearl Garden": I say

"It's those DNA genes",
BIO_scientists proclaimed

"I want to get into his genes",
I exclaimed

After saying GOODBYE

To reproduction
I wanted
to be the mother
of his children

I say to myself:
"WOMEN are you smellin’ fumes?"

Rising to his feet
He reaches for my left hand

Hummingbirds encircle us
freshwater pearls:
BLUSH

"Join me in the Pearl Garden":
we say to each other

December 5th, 2004
Sitting in the corner
An empty unstuffed chair
is crying,
saltwater pearls

I wander
in the Pearl Garden:
Alone

It is Sunday Afternoon

Flowers chime:
Join me in the Pearl Garden:

It is now December 16th, 2005
stars shine, souls sing:
"I am lonely
for you, baby,
only for you,
only for you."

Josephine Lipuma
All rights reserved
2004

2004-12-14T19:20:00.000-04:00
just got a new script from the Luv Doc
it was heavenly
hmmmmmmmmmm

2004-12-05T13:36:00.000-04:00

Up until now:

I have refrained

from posting anything,

as so daring

as my search

for the one

and

the only.

You would think

after all these years,

I would just forget it,

and move on with my life.

I keep wondering?

Why my search continues?

I am like every human being

coupling fever has got me.

AGAIN!

What are the fever conditions?

Went to the LOVE Doctor!

Got a script!

He was very detailed

about my recovering cure,

from searching.

I recovered immediately.

He was a great Doctor

with the skill
set

he had,

but the script

he wrote only

was for 3 weeks,

ok maybe longer,

if I can get back

to the Doc.

The anaylsis was very simple,

it was amor sick

icky ness

(and yes I made up the last word).

Low grade fevers

seized me,

They kept

running through

my body,

they flowed

in &

out of

my skin surface,

into, spirit.

The prescription

is simple

the cure

hard to overcome.

Trickster Rabbit

is at it again!

Fools we humans,

b-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

for love.

Oh well?

Josephine LiPuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-11-29T17:20:00.000-04:00
I am attempting to get all my projects into the new media festivals
which have tight deadlines this week.

I wonder?

2004-11-23T18:39:00.001-04:00
to :: you know who you are
how fates

weave time

once youth

twice midlife

peering down

rusty barrels

life’s gunpowder

I do not worry anymore

if it

will shoot itself

off

a recent captive

memories

hold me tight

combusting::

I run & dodge

between life shots

forbidden lust

bounces my off soul

your heaven

I want to be earth

I know it can’t be

crystal bell

cries

fall like

burning

shooting stars

fate plays

with me

&

so

did

you

I wanting

which

you

can’t give

your tucked away

sweet maple woods

pining

intentions

have no name

invisible

thankful

you were part of my life

I was just smellin'

fumes

Josephine Lipuma

all rights reserved

2004

2004-11-23T17:11:00.000-04:00
HEY:: all

my new work: Unbearable heaviness of Waiting is included
in this tech festival

Electronic Language Festival Sao Paulo/Brazil
www.file.org.br 23 November - 12 December

[R][R][F]2004--->XP
www.newmediafest.org/rrf2004
global networking project by Agricola de Cologne
is happy to launch on occasion of its participation in
FILE - Electronic Language Festival Sao Paulo/Brazil
www.file.org.br 23 November - 12 December
a new edition of VideoChannel,.
VideoChannel represents "Memory Channel 5" and the place
where collective memory can manifest itself in non-interactive works
like video.

Alex Haupt, a young curator from Cologne/Germany
selected for his contribution, entitled "Time processing...."
following artists --->
Daniel Lo Iacono, Lee Welch, Caitlin Berrigan
Claudia Sohrens, Elia Alba, Josephine Lipuma
Guido Braun, RZL - Luca Fruzza, Christina McPhee
Miklos Legrady, Stephanie Bouvier, Caterina Davinio

VideoChannel invites curators from all parts on the globe
to prepare a curatorial contribution of video works.
Alex Haupt selected the artists based on an open call in Internet.

VideoChannel was launched in April 2004 and incorporates
these curators -->
Heidi J. Figueroa Sarriera and Marianne Ramirez-Aponte (Puerto-Rico).
Raluca Velizar & Florin Tudor (Romania),
Antonio Alvarado (Spain), Isabel Aranda Yto (Chile),
Bjoern Norberg (Sweden), Stephanie Benzaquen (Netherlands),
Roopesh Sitharan (Malaysia), Laura Chiari (Italy), and
Melody Parker- Carter (Germany.
There are meanwhile more than 60 video works (duration 1-10 minutes)
available online streaming.

VideoChannel, a joint venture between
Le Musee di-visioniste www.le-musee-divisioniste.org

and [R][R][F]2004--->XP
www.newmediafest.org/rrf2004/
can be accessed via
the [R][R][F]2004--->XP interrface as "Memory Channel 5"
or also directly via
www.newmediafest.org/rrf2004/vchannel.htm

or
www.le-musee-divisioniste.org/mediacentre/

2004-11-18T05:55:00.000-04:00
New revised BIO for the LIPUMA::

:: di me ::

Josephine Lipuma is a Sicilian/ mixed-up American New Media/VR Installation Artist/ Performance Artist/Writer. Living a short path to Lake Michigan, Josephine began treading artistic waters growing up on the West Side of Chicago, Illinois in the area now known as Riverwest. At her childhood home on Peoria street, she saw the cinder piles of her industrial childhood, ashes immersed into the fabric of her work today. Josephine is the founder of Responsive Vision & is part of the (evl) Electronic Visualization Lab community at
UIC : Chicago, IL. USA.

She was recently awarded a 2004 artist residency at Association House in Chicago,IL to produce a surreal rock video with 70 of their summer youth participants. It was based on her poem: if I knew about love.

eternal joy: no words, an experimental video short was Inducted Into the Permanent Collection of the Russian Center for Contemporary Art. This piece was part of the OUTVIDEO NET Igrek CINEMA festival: International video_art festival in public spaces Ekaterinburg, Russia in June 2004. The festival public screenings happened on the outdoor video screens network of Igrek Cinema company.

frammenti :: love damnation/redemption, an interactive work in progress was recently exhibited in a group show at the Center for VR in the Arts of the University of Illinois at Chicago, in May 2004.

Her short film, Love Fragments was recently exhibited at Peter Jones Gallery, Chicago, IL, in October 2003. Love Fragments is a part of her on going immersive responsive video installation: frammenti :: love damnation/redemption. She was awarded a 2003 Roin Family Scholarship to help finance that project in conjunction with the additional assistance from (Electronic Visualization Lab) University of Illinois at Chicago.

Her virtual reality piece Through the Looking Glass of Josephine LiPuma. was permanently installed at the Ars Electroncia Museum in Linz, Austria & was featured during the Ars Electroncia Festival in September: 2001 as part of curator Dan Sandin's EVL: Alive on the Grid , a collection of virtual art world's. Her VR work has been shown at The University at Buffalo's (CUNY, NY) Digital Frontier: The Buffalo Summit, November: 2001; Alternate Currents show for Chicago's Artists Month, October: 2001; & at Northwestern University's Symposium on Immersive Artistic Environments in May 2001.

Her VR works, among others were featured on WTTW, a Chicago PBS station, on
21st Century Cave Art: Artbeat Chicago 2003.
Source: wttw.com/artbeat/
“Ever wonder what it might be like to walk inside a work of art. Well, Artbeat Chicago's Victoria Lautman does just that at the University of Illinois at Chicago's Electronic Visualization Lab. Artists and engineers collaborated to create three dimensional virtual environments that a viewer can navigate and explore, as well as help to create. This is one amazing place that suggests the revolution of video games was only the tip of the iceberg. The Electronic Visualization Laboratory, University of Illinois at Chicago.” This slice about EVL is a favorite of the station they rerun it frequently.

She collaborated in the summer of 2003 on the technology-based project P_O_V: Point of VIew project of Association House, which combined new media/digital video, combined with community knowledge. She collaborated in the summer of 2002 on the technology-based project Transmigration: Momento/Documento project of Association House, which combined new media/digital video. Her partner in this project was Columbian filmmaker Andres Duque, who currently resides in New York City.

As an educator Josephine has taught for the De Paul University Community Technology Center, Columbia College, Community Office Of Arts Partnership: Chicago, International Academy of Design, Gallery 37 Neighborhoods Program, & is currently teaching new media arts at the University of Illinois at Chicago. She has lectured at the Chicago Cultural Center, The Art Institute Of Chicago, Triton College, and Truman College of Chicago.

She has been consistently awarded artist-in-residence's throughout her career; her most recent & ongoing residency is with Association House, Chicago, IL. She has been an artist-in-resident for the Near North Arts Council, Chicago Historical Society, the Adler Planetarium, the Field Museum, Lincoln Park Zoological Gardens, the Garfield Conservatory, & The Friends of the Parks. She was an Artist-In-Residence of Chicago (juried) for two years in succession, an accolade that enabled her to create public artworks for Chicago City agencies, and the Chicago Park District. Her artworks are in the Chicago 1% for Art Collection, as well. She won the President’s Purchase Prize in 1999 at Columbia College. Her digital prints are in the Fuji Collection in Tokyo, Japan. She is in many international and private collections. The Peter Jones Gallery in Chicago, IL & Santa Fe, Arizona represents her. Josephine has been the recipient of The City of Chicago Dept. of Cultural Affairs Artists Completion Grant.

osephine has been a featured Performance Poet/Artist throughout the City of Chicago, the Chicago Public Libraries, Columbia College, and the Midwest & Vancouver, BC. Her theatre performance group The Naughty Goddess Review has been featured at the Bucktown Arts Theatre Festival, Chicago, IL. Her poetic voice sings out at Weeds, in Chicago, IL, on some Monday nights
In true American form, she is a woman whose spirit cannot be contained.

2004-11-18T05:03:00.001-04:00
Guess what,the Chi_town poets are fighting each other (AGAIN) to be rickie nelson rockie star heads, as in rocks in the head or rocks in the ass, instead of the media artists. But it is
all the same, no matter what discipline you practice, maybe except for spanking?

Go Figure?

later:jl

http://www.evl.uic.edu/evshow/

http://uralncca.ru/outvideo_en_cinema

2004-11-18T04:33:00.000-04:00
dear ms bloger::

I cannot believe my last post was in July, sometime. I am very sorry blog, about that.

A lot has happen, my parents had to be movied from a small country town to an urban city, big life and more LiPuma's. My Brother M, and my brother-in-law J loaded the truck up and drive them and their stuff down to the city. My sister, L and her husband E closed up the their country house, which was at least a four hour drive one-way for the last 30 years.

After a few weeks it is finally hitting my parents why we had to move them from their country existence.
My dad cannot drive anymore, he told my younger sister, he used to drive a taxi when he wsas young, but now at
82 we think he might drive away and not remember how to get back. Sort of like Alice Through the Looking Glass,
only it would be called Santo Drives Through the Lookng Glass & Runs Over the Rabbit. Santo wanted to know where my sisters car was parked and where her car keys were?

I think the rabbit stole them......
Good Answer, UGH?

My mother is thinner and my dad lighter in wieght as well, but they are still here.
Cooking and fighting with each other sometimes, but I don't think they mine. It keeps the pace of life
fuelin', cookin', & livin'.

My brother-in-law for the moment is living his life with my sister free from a round of cancer treatments,
once more. The Lord has blessed them with another crack at life for the next 2.50 months).

My brothers wife
is doing much better, as well.

And then there's me, I am alone. I have had a few husbands in my life, I think I don't
want another one for a long while. Two is plennty, I will let the younger people collect spouses for a while.
I am done with marriage, maybe companionship, that is about it. At this age, I might turn ito a temporary player if there is such a thing? Is there?

oh well have to go now blog..

2004-07-03T17:51:00.000-04:00
Pebbles

6:30 in the evening July 3rd, 2004

cries to hand

he sang to me

laying pebbles

carved on

sunken hearthstones

weeds engaging pebbles

as if

it was

so natural

leaf to rock

rock to flint

scattered remains

flint speaks

rock sings

burnt leaves

death visits me

once in while

letting me know

he can be alive

wasting away

right next to me

what a chance

to collect a soul

death expands

his breathe

I curse at God

“Just give me one more thing to handle.

I will combust”

I am polished stones

crushing into each other

rock to dust to flint

death kneels down

laying pebbles

neatly

one by one

crocheting webs

in a circle around me

I let him

spiders dance

spiders mate

I grow new legs

running laughing

“Catch me if you can

you son of a bitch.”

Josephine LiPuma
all rights reserved 2004

2004-06-17T07:41:00.000-04:00
72 hours

1.A fundraiser for my brother in law who has kidney cancer, he is 46 years old.

2. Flooding in my loft space, it is from the people up stairs. They are either swimming or waterskiing in a kitchen? They are extreme sports.

3. I am not in a medieval cellar, only in a postmodern sub basement, living on love: yeah right!

4. MAN BITES DUST DINKIES.
He tells what I want to hear:
“Baby! I want you to be a success. Baby! I want to be by your side. Honey I will call.
Honey, or Honey. “ I would rather be stung by a socialist worker bee.
Then swallow anymore Honey’s. Get our minds out of the postmodern cellar, before the
Queen gets you, yeah baby! Off with his head.

5. My class I am teaching is going really well until my lcd lamp burnt out, now it will take
a few days to get a new one.

6. I am sitting here in evl coding/programming my piece, I wonder if I am all here today.? Did you never feel as if you’re a palm leaf with your veins exposed to the world. I ask myself why? I guess only God/Goddess knows that answer. I pray and kneel and curtsy to spring rain tunes as I bike down Green street in the early morning.

7. I spoke to my father today, he is his eighties, struggling to get the stories out. His mind stops for a while. Then he goes into high gear. He remembered fishing on the Chicago Avenue concrete pier with Tony Gordy, who was married to his sister Rose. My Aunt Rose died early from a heart condition at around 37 or so. I remember, she was so beautiful, tiny fragile like a piece of angel hair pasta with wings waiting to go to heaven.

My dad told me he and Tony, her husband would fish for perch. They would use a troller
line and put a little bell on it. As he and my Uncle Tony walked up and down the pier with line the bell would ring if a perch nibbled on the bait. He remembered the bell ringing,
His voice was so clear and is mind was so clear right then, it was as if my dad was
young. again. It must have been the post depression Chicago perch.

We have to move my parents down to chi town from a small Wisconsin town. You see, my parents moved up there over 30 years ago, and now we have to move them back to the city. I am so happy to have my parents back.

All the angry is boiled out this eldest daughter, I have come to terms with my own fate. It is heaven & hell on earth together. My parents will be married 60 years on the Solstice, they are magic to my ears.

They were the youngest of their large families. Both have my parents had twin brothers and sisters. My parents met right after the war. My dad candled eggs (a great job for a post war infantry man), and my mom was in an all girl band with her twin sister, Shirley.
My mom and dad met at the Oak Park Arms one night when my mother and her sister where playing.

I remember when my mother sold her alto sax in a garage sale. I swore I would make my art until I dropped after I experienced that. My mother basically give up her music (sold out?, to take care of me?), and so did her sister. All her brothers and sisters played an instrument.

My dad wanted to be a painterly type of visual artist and my mother was a swing musician. So what happens to their artistic urges because of social class (money, status?). My mother worked in a factory making envelopes. She used to bring work home; she made envelopes at home so she could baby-sit us. I remember helping to stack them in boxes. I was a neat little row stuffed in between the envelopes.

My dad worked as a bread delivery guy for a while, but he wound up a carpenter under the slavery training of a certain Uncle. When he was in the army over seas fighting in Africa or Sicily or Italy, he would send home pictures he would draw on his letters. I saw them. It times of stress I make creative work, to ease my soul, my father did too while he was fighting World War 2.

I guess for me what is sad as my parents age. They didn’t pick up the brush and the sax and play together in some creative way!

God I long for a creative partner, I guess that’s what I want. I am projecting my desires on my parents or in some way fate is using me, teasing me, driving me. With my muses, my parents.

I could never figure out WHY my Uncle Certain could afford all those new Caddy’s?
Well now I know…

Dammmmmmmmmmmm isn’t the cycle of life special?
Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

Bye for now:

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved. 2004

2004-06-04T06:32:00.000-04:00

it is friday morning abour 5:30 in the morning...

I have been editing video for my thesis.

I am exhibiting my work at Peter Jones Gallery
this saturday from 7-11.

It is now called Izzo/Jones Gallery,
Peter Jones has taken on a partner, Izzo.
The gallery is having a photo show, and my partner and I are
presenting two interactive pieces for the opening only.

My collobrative partner Connie Fillippelli and I are of like minds.

The Theatre of Love & Blood is about to begin...

2004-06-04T04:08:00.000-04:00

It is long time for me since i have posted anything.

I have to say I am sorry to my blog sprite.

He or she or it is very angry at me.

I really can blame any of them,
can you blame them?

It is a long time for me since i have posted anything.

I know. I am repeating myself.

It is old age creeping up my legs.

I have been reading a lot lately for muse effects.

I am coming out of my data overload,
the spring semester.

:: intense it was

The goddess is dancing on my heart, fast then slow then not at all.

::leading me to opened doors

&

I am still

my subconcious spills forth

flow

a new section

to problem solve

I have been working in MAX/msp & Jitter for my thesis.

The learning curve is steep,

it is like jumping off the world trade center

after it blew up.

Only to fall back to earth
in an upright position

&

all the elderbabe* parts flying in other directions

*steven s. once called me an elderbabe, but that was at least 6 years ago
so i wonder what I am now, an older elderbabe who forgets which part of her body did not land upright.

Breasts swaying up and down and around.

My ass dropping to the floor hitting the elderbabe underwear store.

The women in the store asks me. "Honey I don't think I have your two sizes here. But if you go to the shoe department maybe they can find a pair of shoes to fit and support those breasts of yours."

Now isn't that special?

If you know any elderguys,
let me know? ok?

bye for now: blogster

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-29T03:28:00.000-04:00

here is a good one
i am listening to a web radio station
which plays tap dancers
dancing

are you in the mood
i think i am

hm-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m

boogie down
boogie
boogie

NO

to get back to my spagehetti coding

AND
that is with no tomatoes

Josephine lIpuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-29T03:11:00.000-04:00

I am listening to "Teachers Pet"sang by Doris day

for you
who
are too young
to remember Doris day
I know

&

I'm too old to remember: RIGHT?

huh
boy!
this song is not PC at all

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-29T02:30:00.000-04:00

do you ever want to fall down the rabbit hole?
right now
I want too
want to go with me?

just let me know

it would be a frogie & wild hare ride?

who is your baby, magic frogie?

is it that green sweater
running down the street

now that sweater
is just a little bit too
big for frogie?
RIGHT

AND WHO'S YOUR BABY?

you can ride in my front pocket
it is I who is clothed with the green sweater

sweet sweet frogie!

it feels good,
too good?

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-29T02:06:00.000-04:00

It is the mad hatters night at evl,
changes are flying
my head is gets smaller.
I guess that is a good sign,
instead of my head getting bigger,
then I would be like Alice.

Is the place where I have been at
as wonderful as WONDERLAND? You bet.
Or is it WONDER IN THE HOUSE OF EVIL?

Not a dull new media interactive nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvy magician
in sight,
he or she is moving around
visionary specs
as the show
gets organized
from heaven or maybe hell, who knows?

Stay tuned or out of tune for the next mushroom brain omelet via email.

HEY Alice, are you talking to me?

egotistic
who is the MAD hater?
Or MAD Hatters?

Well I guess Rabbit only knows?

Have any Rabbits spoke to you lately?

Hope, hop up the Bunny Trail,
breaking all the eggs?

damm life is
wonderful: ain't it?

Josephine LiPuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-27T21:26:00.000-04:00

I am finding it harder too write lately, but I think it is because I am in a tunnel that is not a tunnel of love.
It is a tunnel of buckets with everything in my life, past, present and future thrown at me in some chaotic order.
Now this order can be made by me, or made by god/goddess which every you prefer.

Or perhaps you might believe you are god or the goddess, the god or goddess of what?
I ask you each so politely.

I was reading in the local chi_rag New City about a women who wrote an online blog which is being made into a book. She wrote the blog without wanting it to be a book, or novel or whatever. How post modern, what bull?

So now, it is blog attack time.

What is the world about, if you ask me, or don't ask me I don't real know,
it you don't will you tell me: pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I was at an art opening this last friday, it was a wino or winer scene, I guess it depends who you are, and what is your
viewpoint on over the hill men and other human beings drinkin' the night and drinkin' away.

They just don't get it, or do they, are you wondering who they is?
Well if your reading this is might be you?

oh well: long live life...that's, if you value it, life that is?

Josephine LIpuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-04-08T09:20:00.000-04:00

There is a strong marriage between desire for the other and an obsession which feeds the
creative process. The source of my thesis is the desirous state, or perhaps my life.

The interactivity fuels the creative process whether or not it is an interactive installation or a performance piece, or a new media piece or a video piece or whatever is created.

Yes, indeed. Strange, no.
Desirous,
yes, yes, yes
so she
or
he says:
MORE!!

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-03-30T09:02:00.000-04:00

so i wait to see how my thesis will turn
out

i have to do more motion tracking
to get it to work

oh boy

Josephine Lipuma al rights reserved 2004

2004-03-30T08:59:00.001-04:00

this is the first time
since my last post
I have written anything
I am hip boots
two left ones
overwhelmed maple syrup

my feet
grounded etching acid
sprayed into heart

I cleaned my ears today
humming is
timeless
distance

I nourished my nose
I can smell red syrup
pouring out
souls on the run

attempting to find out
where they will land

bye bye
blog for now

tiamo

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-03-30T08:59:00.000-04:00

this is the wrong day
to have my intentions bleeding
all over the place

great

Josephine LIpuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-03-18T05:05:00.001-04:00
if i only knew about love
i would want to ask
spaulding grey
but
he is not around
at least in physical terms
oh well
if i only knew about love
if only
if
if

if i could only ask spaulding grey

where are you?

JOsephine LIpuma al lrights reserved 2004

2004-03-18T05:05:00.000-04:00
if i knew about love

if i knew about love
i would tell you
i have no clues
as to what love is
if i did
i
would sing
it to you
if i knew about love
i would hear it
if i knew about love
i would feel it
on my skin as
if desire
were gliding across me
like
pythons sliding
on a hot griddle
if i knew about love
i would be shooting stars
as a mad man
high on unrequited love
if i knew about love
i would not be searching for it
on earth
if i knew about love
i would not be writing
it would be in sighs
somewhere else
but here
if i knew about love
i wonder
if god
is playing tricks on me
it if i knew about love
the goddess would not be giving me
all this stuff
to handle
if i knew about love
if I only know what love is
or what it could be
or if
if exists
can you tell me does it exist
it i only knew about love
after all these years
would I be smarter
or
be
lighter in soul weight
in order to deserve love
or
maybe
if i was more quiet
or
more of anything
would
i know more about love
if i only knew about love…..
if i only knew
if i only
if i
if

Josephine Lipuma: all rights reserved 2004

2004-02-06T18:19:00.000-04:00
ok now i am cookin' with my thesis for a change
have my time line down

this is good

se'

jl

2004-02-06T17:08:00.000-04:00
where the hell is lover abycakes
will you tell me
please

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-02-06T17:05:00.000-04:00
Aching 4th draft
a new awareness

I blossomed out
aching

I wanted to be
a seasonless
rainforest
mist

Forgetting your touch
it never was
it never was

Forgetting your
descending lips
down
my spine
up
my spine

I long for beloved duets
as I tango
in darkened
spritely places

I am bound
to you by memories
Bees to honey flowers
vague sugared pain

Reaching for
phantom window reflections
I would die alive
if I let you
hold me

Shooting me with stars
desire plays with me
I become
a falling star object

A great fireball
fanned out

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-02-06T16:44:00.000-04:00
Hey there:

if you are interested in my prose
my email address is: jlipuma@yahoo.com

tiamo: JL

2004-01-29T03:40:00.000-04:00
Ache

Fanning out
I blossomed
aching for you

I wanted to be your body mist
seasonless

I want to forgot your touch
I want to forget your lips
descending upon me

I long for kisses
down my spine
I long for a sweet voice

I long for white angel statutes
to dance with me in the dark
while all my wild hairs
tango

I am bound to you by memories
bees to honey flowers
vague sugared pain

I cannot let you hold me
never again
I would be dying alive
as I reached for phantom window reflections

Desire angels play with me
shooting me with stars
I become a falling object,
to fan out
sweet

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-29T02:31:00.000-04:00
yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh: post this

jl

2004-01-29T02:29:00.000-04:00
Well now it is 12:20 and it is the next day: Thursday
I am at evl once again....

and I want to go into the woods
and scream
at God/Goddess
and say:

"You tell me you only give me what I can handle, damm it
I am sick of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Will you please send me someone to love,
damm it I want to shake my fist at the heavens.
I want to scream!"

oh well: back to the programming part of my thesis...
pant pant, it does turn me on, I can't believe this.

There is something about programming....

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh well back to work................................

2004-01-28T19:50:00.000-04:00
Today is Wednesday and time is getter shorter everyday
I feel like life is shorter everyday.

concerning my thesis:

I am working on my thesis interface and having some concerns, with the content
I want to rework the content, I have reworked the interface to strip it down.

The tracking is done in a circular manner, the visitor becomes the signified and the signifier
at the same time, a duet? with oneself?

more later:

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-27T02:43:00.000-04:00
Ode # 1
to a Four Lined Poem

There is a guard standing by me
He is weeding my words
I hear tall grasses
Growing out of my ears

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-27T02:33:00.000-04:00
Today was a strange night.

I was walking down Halsted street to meet a friend of mine for dinner,
actually it was a first date.......
at a Greek restaurant, and while I was walking down the street.

I run into, an old lover who I was so crazy in love with,
but he was not crazy in love with me.

He was remarried and had a small boy about 2 years old.
His new wife was with him, and his son and daughter in law.

The little boy said: "tiamo to me,".
It means I love you in Italian.

Around seven years ago:
When I met this man at a wedding, it was instant, the love hit.
I thought this stuff was only for really young love,
like in your late teens
or early twenties.
Go Figure......
it was the kind of love...
the kind of love that......................
that sticks to your soul like old buggle gum under a restaurant table.

I was the off balanced table, he was the buggle gum, pink elastic.

It was the kind of
which pierces
hits you like a supernova,
and there is not really much you can do about it.

Your breathe is frozen with lust,
your heart sings out loud in the silence of your pacing soul.

It hurts really hard when the object of your love does not equal the
steps of your heart. His pace was much slower than mine.

I guess with love it is hard to realize what is going on at the time
it hits you.

It hit me at a time so long ago that I was not aware of it,
until a friend of mine said to me: "Josephine are you in love?"

I was in love nirvana.
floating
somewhere...

He told me, "love is a gift ".
so when it
strikes
just grab the ring and
and...
and...

it hurts yes

oh well

it hurts,
but there is nothing like it

and
and

it loves ya...

who loves yeah baby?

maybe you, maybe me,
"tiamo!"

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-27T02:08:00.000-04:00
4th Draft
11:30 in evening on a plain cold calm night

Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me
Oh Baby: Have I carved myself a statue?
Oh Baby: Please don’t request I live illusionary lives
As I wrap
my torn patched up quilt
around me
I feel a chill

Oh Baby: Don’t sell me in the heartless market
Skinning me like a pork belly
Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me sitting on my thorny nest
Oh Baby: Is it winter longing, ALREADY?
Oh Baby: I am slipping into slumber
because I hurt too much
Oh Baby: Please don’t ignore me because
I cannot fly

Kneeling: I lift my wings together
Repenting to the wind gods

Oh Baby: Is it you or I?

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-20T11:22:00.000-04:00
Covenant

love
your lush root
gleams
me
polished by sun gods

I am a meek
snowbird seduced
a melted covenant

your name
is embedded
recollections
private places
only for you
only for me

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-14T01:22:00.000-04:00
Wings

He: unrivaled
Beats his wings
Entering her
Red feathers
Black feathers
Roses
White feathers
Intermingled

Stirring over
Glittering secret bits
Carefully guarded: no more

He discovers
He hops around
Her blush
He uncovers

In her beak
blossoming
Birds-of-Paradise

She follows him
Cooing
Leaving hope trials

Josephine Lipuma: all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-14T01:09:00.000-04:00
She: howls

Together with an unknown
underground current

Praying
to the goddess
for her beloved
To present himself
to her
Attaching himself
Mounting her heart

As if
the angels were playing
Desire games
Rolling in the clouds
Their wings on fire

Because
the mating season
Is endless
She: waits
for the first mating

As the snowbird
melts
on her head
grasping the tightly woven nest
afraid the winter
will come
to soon
before
the mating dance
is finished

Josephine Lipuma al rights reserved 2004

2004-01-14T00:53:00.000-04:00
When I am kissing you:

When I am kissing you:
Can’t you hear the angels
sigh?

When I am kissing you:
Can’t you feel
angels wings
Tip you
As I fall in love
With you
Again

When I am kissing you:
Can’t you smell me as
I rise in joy
Like a freshly kneaded
piece of pulled dough
warm
as your
oven
preheats me

When I am kissing you:
Can’t you hear me sing you name?

When you are kissing me:
You are the python who slides
across me
your hot griddle

steamy invited
into you

Josephine Lipuma All rights Reserved 2004

2004-01-14T00:46:00.000-04:00
Daffodils

Relentless
He parts
Blushing
daffodils

As he stands
Perched
Over her nest
She is all undone

His crest wide
His soaring
Thick with purpose

Her scent
Captivates
He drinks
The air

She smells
His luminosity
Inside
Of her
As the
Cardinal
Turns
Her
Inside-out

As his feathers
Rush up and
Down her spine

Daffodils are blooming
Everywhere/
upside-down/
all around
In their world

He presses
his love into her
In many ways
Yet to be discovered.

Her nest is all undone

Josephine Lipuma
2004 All rights reserved

2004-01-14T00:31:00.000-04:00
If I only had a Brain
To Erwin: 1_12_2004

The scarecrow shouts:
"If I only had a brain"
He went on further:
"If I only had a brain
I remember this refrain very well"

Then Dorothy hit a high note:
"If I only had a brain
If it is radiated fully,
I will not have a brain
Maybe part of it
Or none of it
So I am told"

Her red shoes clicking on my chest
Dancing like the devil who
Just make a deal
For me to be a tech rock star

The lion got in on it, he sings out:
"I could go blind
I could go limp
In any limb
I could become an invalid"

Erwin sings out:
"So this is the choice
I must make by myself
Do I have a choice?
About where the big C goes?
do I have a choice?"

tiamo: Erwin

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2004-01-06T06:35:00.000-04:00
Guys keep asking
what is my sIze?

Does it matter?
siZe does it really matter?

May I will ask them
what sizE they are?

Does in MatteR?

Josephine Lipuma all right reserved 2004

2004-01-06T06:23:00.000-04:00
oh: baby

4th Draft
11:30 in evening on a plain calm night:
snowy tears
clean white sheets

Oh Baby: Please don’t leave me
Oh Baby: Have I carved myself a statue?
Oh Baby: Please don’t request I live illusionary lives
As I wrap
my torn patched up quilt
around me
I feel a chill
Oh Baby: Don’t sell me in the heartless market
Skinning me like a pork belly
Oh Baby: Please don’t leave
me sitting on my thorny nest
Oh Baby:
Is it winter longing,
ALREADY?
Oh Baby:
I am slipping into slumber
I hurt too much

Kneeling: I lift my wings together
Repenting
Oh Baby: Is it you or I?

Josephine Lipuma all right reserved 2004

2004-01-06T03:54:00.000-04:00
who is art?

she died for art
she got down on her knees for art
she f--Ked for art
she cried for art
she was abandoned by art
she was married to art
she divorced her art
she was resurrected by art

who is art?

Josephine Lipuma all right reserved 2004

2004-01-06T03:52:00.000-04:00
Josephine Lipuma
Draft_3

I am veiled
waiting for my beloved

yearning
for my dove/my love

rivers went out from Eden
to water our rose garden

It is May of a previous year
It is Sunday in the Rose Garden

Our river spreads
toward our sides

Eden has communication
With it
a complete union

Strolling through life paths

which is either above or below

tempest sings to me:
it is the path no bird of prey knows

sun drenched sparrows sing to me:
it is the path no panther knows

moon shines upon me:
it is the path I have known

love sings to me:
join me in the rose garden

in a stuffed chair
my lover sat
swallowing me up

My love

My dove

My strong one

My precious one

I want Magnolia trees
to blanket us
with aroma’s
above
below

it is night/it is right

screams stuck on ceilings

I do not want to separate

On skywalls cling all soul glyphs

Join me in the rose garden
they say

when the sun comes

when the sun goes

it’s those DNA genes
bio_scientists proclaimed

I want to get into his gene’s
I exclaimed

After saying goodbye to reproduction
I wanted
to be the mother of his children

I say to myself
women are you smellin’ fumes

Rising to our feet

my love reached for my hand

hummingbirds encircle us

Join me in the rose garden
We say to each other

Blessings are given
to all who exist
who will exist
& who have existed
throughout the all worlds

the upper and lower realms are sacred

May: a later year

I wander in the rose garden

Clocks chime

Join me in the rose garden

Josephine Lipuma all right reserved 2004

2003-12-27T00:06:00.000-04:00
this is the day after xmas and i am tired

so i have little to say:
bye Josephine

2003-12-18T09:04:00.000-04:00
It is wake time day
lossless
in flesh: alive

sleeping
vision urns
waiting
waiting

flesh seeks touch
flesh awakes in other forms
weak
skin never lies

It is wake time day

waiting
waiting

Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

2003-12-18T07:27:00.000-04:00
It is the next day.

I think my head and heart are going to x_plode.
I have been working on my thesis, and at the same time, I am working through
my emotional strata on loss, it seems that I have always dealt with loss on some
level as my creative career starts to soar. Sometimes I think God/Goddess plays
tricks on me, to see if I can stand all the thorns and sticks and devils
which are presently walking around me.

They are invisible but nevertheless spiraling spinning me.

What are these spirals?

Well, a member of immediate family, his cancer is back.
My mom has health issues,too. She is in her late 70's and still is kickin'
my father around. Sorry dad, I would not help it. Santo would like to think he
is the king, but I am afraid it is my mother. GO Charlottle GO!

My parents have been together over 50 years,
and they have to jump through a
lot of hula hoops,
spinning ones.

So at an early age I learned what love
and devotion
where about,
to a fault.

My parents give me
a lot of good stuff,
but also some stuff
which I figured
I had grown
out of:
YAH RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My thesis is on love and
BOY
am I
set for a ride
this coming next year,
2004.

My immediate family member is really a great guy.

My mom says: "...It always happens to the good guys!"
She means an early death,
an early rise
sleeping paradiso

I have had a
hard time sleeping
thinking.
I have no control
over
the cancer progression

I have had a great number of losses in my life,
but
it always seemed
I could put one foot
in front another
without too much effort.
But as I get older,
it gets harder.

Love becomes harder,
the loss of love,
or a lover, of the beloved.

When you get up there,
not heaven but age wise
OK over 50, OK
the falling in love part,
if you lose it,
is like a death with knife eons
millions of them
when your
still awake
and breathing.

I know it all, too well.

too well.........................................
Today I have to go to a wake,
a friend of mine who I have know 30 years,
her mother died.

N and I met during the late 60's.

I had started a women's consciousness raising group,
a feminist thingy.

She had answered an ad in a local paper I had placed.
Our history together is long & deep.

I miss those times, but now it is this time...

another loss..........................

another day

I know it all too well..................

tiamo kopp: Josephine LiPuma

2003-12-18T03:34:00.000-04:00
hey :there this is my blog on my life and times of a Responsive Visionary.
hey: techie bio for anyone who would like to know what the heck i am about.

:: di me :: Josephine LiPuma is a Sicilian/ mixed-up American Virtual Reality/ New Media Installation Artist/ Performance Artist/Writer. Living a short path to Lake Michigan, Josephine began treading artistic waters growing up on the West Side of Chicago, Illinois in the area now known as Riverwest. At her childhood home on Peoria street, she saw the cinder piles of her industrial childhood, ashes immersed into the fabric of her work today.

Her short film, Love Fragments was recently exhibited at Peter Jones Gallery, Chicago, IL, in October 2003. Love Fragments is a part of her on going immersive responsive video installation: frammenti: love redemption & damnation. She is currently involved in creating & producing an immersive responsive video installation entitled, frammenti: love redemption & damnation which will be exhibited in the summer of 2004. She was awarded a 2003 Roin Family Scholarship to help finance her project: frammenti: love redemption & damnation in conjunction with the (Electronic Visualization Lab) University of Illinois at Chicago.

Josephine is the founder of responsive_vision, a group filmmakers who are the edges, of current interactivity and film. State tuned, and grab your hats, they will be spinning around shortly. Just follow Josephine’s path and you will be dancing in her rapture network, along with her.

Her virtual reality piece Through the Looking Glass of Josephine LiPuma. was permanently installed at the Ars Electroncia Museum in Linz, Austria & was featured during the Ars Electroncia Festival in September: 2001 as part of curator Dan Sandin's EVL: Alive on the Grid , a collection of virtual art world's. Her VR work has been shown at The University at Buffalo's (CUNY, NY) Digital Frontier: The Buffalo Summit, November: 2001; Alternate Currents show for Chicago's Artists Month, October: 2001; & at Northwestern University's Symposium on Immersive Artistic Environments in May 2001.

Her VR work, among others were featured on WTTW, a Chicago PBS station, on
21st Century Cave Art: Artbeat Chicago 2003.
Source: wttw.com/artbeat/
“Ever wonder what it might be like to walk inside a work of art. Well, Artbeat Chicago's Victoria Lautman does just that at the University of Illinois at Chicago's Electronic Visualization Lab. Artists and engineers collaborated to create three dimensional virtual environments that a viewer can navigate and explore, as well as help to create. This is one amazing place that suggests the revolution of video games was only the tip of the iceberg. The Electronic Visualization Laboratory, University of Illinois at Chicago.” This slice about EVL is a favorite of the station ;they rerun it frequently.

She collaborated in the summer of 2002 on the technology-based project Transmigration: Momento/Documento project of Association House which combined new media/digital video combined with community knowledge. Her partners in this project were video artist: Natalina Castro, from Chicago & Columbian filmmaker Andres Duque, who currently resides in New York City.

Recently commissioned by Dr. Strohschen, Assistant Professor and Director of Master Programs at the School for New Learning, DePaul University, Chicago, Josephine† co-created† SPIRIT SPHERE. This an electronic visualization of 3D animated images illustrates the concept of spirit learning. Dr Strohschen's spirit learning theory is grounded in examining human existence from the vantage point of the esoteric traditions based on a phenomenological investigation into learning within the spirit domain. The theory seeks to create a context for educators in which to explore learning as experienced beyond cognitive and affective domains.

As an educator Josephine has taught for the De Paul University Community Technology Center, Columbia College, Community Office Of Arts Partnership: Chicago, International Academy of Design, Gallery 37 Neighborhoods Program, & is currently teaching new media arts at the University of Illinois at Chicago. She has lectured at the Chicago Cultural Center, The Art Institute Of Chicago, Triton College, and Truman College of Chicago.

She has been consistently awarded artist-in-residence's throughout her career; her most recent & ongoing residency is with Association House, Chicago, IL. She has been an artist-in-resident for the Near North Arts Council, Chicago Historical Society, the Adler Planetarium, the Field Museum, Lincoln Park Zoological Gardens, the Garfield Conservatory, & The Friends of the Parks. She was an Artist-In-Residence of Chicago (juried) for two years in succession, an accolade that enabled her to create public artworks for Chicago City agencies, and the Chicago Park District.

Her artworks are in the Chicago 1% for Art Collection, as well. She won the President’s Purchase Prize in 1999 at Columbia College. Her digital prints are in the Fuji Collection in Tokyo, Japan. She is in many international and private collections. The Peter Jones Gallery in Chicago, IL & Santa Fe, Arizona represents her. Josephine has been the recipient of The City of Chicago Dept of Cultural Affairs Artists Completion Grant.

Josephine has been a featured Performance Poet/Artist throughout the City of Chicago, the Chicago Public Libraries, Columbia College, and the Midwest & Vancouver, BC. Her theatre performance group The Naughty Goddess Review has been featured at the Bucktown Arts Theatre Festival, Chicago, IL. Her poetic voice sings out at Weeds, in Chicago, IL, on some Monday nights. She is featured sometimes by C J Laity of ChicagoPoetry.com, most recently at the Acme Coop, in November of 2003, for the anniversary of “LETTER EX”.

In true American form, she is a woman whose spirit cannot be contained.