Featured artist RC Miller lives in Metuchen, New Jersey and maintains a blog at VISION BLUES.
A conversation with RC Miller:
SP: Describe yourself and your artistic work (photography, poetry, etc) generally in 20 words or less.
RCM: There’s blackness then glued sky. Cash and buns. Repetitious inscriptions that sometimes bite a single animal. Fashionably explicit gushers.
SP: Now describe yourself and your work specifically in 10 words or less.
RCM: Sex-obsessed narcissist consumes and skillfully regurgitates the inevitability of oblivion.
SP: How is taking/making a picture like writing a poem?
RCM: Both require their creator to think and act nondualistically. Both have everything to do with orgasms.
SP: You’ve got a chapbook coming out later this summer from Calliope Nerve Media. That’s awesome. Tell us about it.
RCM: Thank you. It’s called ‘Gore’ and encompasses a series of weirdly tight poems about an addiction to imagining my own cycles of deaths and rebirths.
SP: Alright, we have to bring it up. Talk about living in New Jersey. In 5 sentences or less.
RCM: Great record stores. Shitty drivers. Cleaner air and more trees than NYC. High potential for supernatural experiences. Generally confounding.
SP: On to the good stuff. When you filed your taxes earlier this year, what did you claim as your biggest deduction?
RCM: Unemployment benefits.
SP: Which do prefer? The dentist’s office or the doctor’s office? And why?
RCM: I’m lucky enough to be the patient of a dentist whose dental assistant is a sexy young Ukrainian woman that occasionally drips her iris-scented cleavage sweat on me while sucking saliva from my gums. So yeah, pro-dentite.
SP: What’s your favorite routine thing that you’re most often forgetting to do?
RCM: Smoke cigarettes.
SP: Talk about your artistic process. How do you know a piece is going to happen?
RCM: I have no specific process other than walking or staring aimlessly and allowing ideas to emerge or images to present themselves. A potent combination of God and my balls dictates when to enhance or kill them.
SP: Describe your overall artistic philosophy in 15 words or less.
RCM: I’m a slave to capitalism too.
Poetry/ Photography Submission- RC Miller- 06/14/10
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Dear Editors,
Hello.
Below is an offering of poems and attached is a gathering of photos (all untitled) from which I hope you’ll pluck something and publish within the inaugural Soundless. If not, no hard feelings. Thanks for the consideration.
Best of luck,
RC Miller
Bio:
RC Miller lives in Metuchen, New Jersey and maintains a blog at VISION BLUES
ISSUEDSuns chill their blood in the river.
First it was crowds of mutes fed by milk.The rabid dog turns in his tiny movie. The tree makes for a terrifying priest.Beak, your now is pine ash. By dusk clouds bleed A mysterious tree tied to a rabid dog. THEY CITIES Sands birth green sauce to oil the sky. Ants divide cash for the exit of cooling stars. The green sauce grows tits atop my mind. HINGE The sink is eels. I need food. I’ve seen two sons put a bullet in my own head. There are eels covering the whole city. FAKE BAD PRESS The sacrifice expands to a castanet-sized fishstick. God has revealed itself to a white boar. UNTYING Cordless warpaths throttle Thong on the blade, suggesting Jiggles out of the cold Still as a stretcher, Meatball and baby in heat. 5 attachments — Download all attachments View all images
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RC,We totally dig your photos, Untitled #1, 2, & 5 (100602_143518.jpg, 1123091759.jpg, & 0309002029a.jpg), and would love to feature them in our inaugural issue. Thank you for sharing them with us!
SP
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Excellent news, thank you for the acceptance and please shoot me an email when the issue launches. Guess the poetry didn’t sit well which is unfortunate since my hope was that the photos and poems be featured together. Regardless, I’m thrilled that you dig my work.
Be well,
RC
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On Mon, Jun 14, 2010 at 10:56 PM, Soundless Poetry <soundlesspoetry@gmail.com> wrote:
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