Clemente Padin was born on 8th October, 1939, in Lascano, Rocha, Uruguay. Poet, graphic artist, performer, videomaker, multimedia, networker and art critic. Graduated on Hispanic Literature at the Republic of Uruguay´s University. Edited the magazines Los Huevos del Plata (The Silver´s Eggs), 1965-1969; OVUM 10 and OVUM, 1969-1975, Participación (Participation) 1984-1986 and Correo del Sur (Southern Post), 2000.
Had published some books and booklets in France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Venezuela, United States, Holland and Uruguay including : Los Horizontes Abiertos, two editions, 1969-1989; Visual Poems, four editions: the first "OVUM",1969 , the last Xexoxial Ed., Madison,Wisc.,U.S.,1990 and http://www.thing.net/~grist/l&d/padin/lpadin1.htm ; Angulos, Amodulo, Milano, Italy, 1972; De la Representation a l´Action, Doc(k)s Ed.,Marseille, France,1975 ; Omaggio a Beuys and Sign(o)graphics, I.A.C. Ed.,Oldenburg,Germany,1975-1976; Happy Bicentennial, Daylight Ed., Holland,1976; Action-Works, three editions 83, 88 and 1992 ; Peace=Bread, (Ed.Fluxshoe, New York,U.S.,1986; Art & People, Light and Dust , Wisconsin, USA, http://www.concentric.net/~Lndb/padin/lcpcont.htm (1996); Experimental Poetry, Factoria Merz Mail, Barcelona, Spain,1999; La Poesía Experimental Latinoamericana, 1950-2000, Información y Producciones, Madrid, Spain, 1999; La Poesía es la Poesía, Ed. Autor, Montevideo, Uruguay, 2000; PAZ/PAN, poema interactivo, CD Rom, Montevideo, Uruguay, 2001; Poems to Eye, The Runaway Spoon Press, Port Charlotte, FL, USA, 2002; Spam Trashes, CD Rom, Montevideo, Uruguay, 2002; Visual Poems, Ed. Visual World Poetry, Saint Petesbourg, Russia, 2002, etc.
Had exhibited collectively in more than 207 expositions and in more than 1.500 Mail Art Shows, from 1969 to 2002. Had exhibited his works individually in Montevideo, Uruguay, 1973; West Berlin, Germany, 1984; Hyogo, Japan, 1986; Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1988; Chester Springs, Philadelphia, U.S.A., 1989; Edewecht, Germany, 1989; Seoul, South Korea, 1996; Hasselt, Bélgica, 1997; Barcelona, Spain, 1997 & 2002; Verona, Italia, 1998.
Was especial guest in the XVI Sao Paulo Biennal, Brazil,1981; special mention in the I Biennal of La Habana, Cuba,1984; fellowshipped by German Academy of Arts and Literature, DAAD, West Berlin, Germany,1984; admitted in the II Video Biennal of Medellin, Colombia,1988; The XI International Congress in Aesthetic, Nottingham, England,1988 ; rewarded in the Posters Concourse to XXIV Seoul Olympiad, Korea,1988; Actions, multidisciplinary artistic event in Chester Springs, Philadelphia, USA,1989; rewarded in XXXVIII Montevideo´s Municipality Saloon,1990; V International Biennal of Visual/Experimental Poetry, Mexico City, Mexico,1996, where was distinguished by his pionnering activities joined to Edgardo Antonio Vigo and Guillermo Deisler; Eye Rhymes (conference on visual poetry, Edmonton, Canada,1997; VIII International Festival on Poetry, Medellín, Colombia,1998, Literature out of the Books, University of Barcelone, Spain, 1999, VII Biennal of Havanna, Cuba, 2000, etc.
Has been published in tenths and tenths of magazines and publications in all the world. His notes was translateds to English, French, Italian, Portuguese, Hungarian, Dutch, German, Russian, etc. Has worked actively in internet projects since 1992. For more information see :
Has personally participed, among others, in the following encounters: - International Expo of Propositions a Realize, Buenos Aires, 1971 - XVI Sao Paulo Biennal, Sao Paulo, Brazil, 1981 - First Seminary of Contemporaneous Art, Rosario, Argentine, 1984. - 34th Annual Meeting of PCCLAS, Mexico & U.S.A., 1988. - XI International Congress in Aesthetic, Nottingham, England, 1988. - Actions, Chester Springs, Philadelphia, U.S.A., 1989. - II Latinoamerican Encounter of Fine Arts, Porto Alegre, RS, Brasil, 1990. - TOMARTE,First Alternative Encounter of Art , Rosario, Argentine, 1990. - International IX Symposium of Literature: Modernism - Modernity - Postmodernity, Montevideo, Uruguay, 1993. - International Coloquium on Hispano-American Poetry from 60s., La Habana, Cuba,1994. - XXXIX Congress of SALALM, Salt Lake City, Utah, U.S.A., 1994. - I International Conference of Latinamerican Literature 1945-1995, Mexico, 1995. - V International Biennal of Visual/Experimental Poetry, Mexico City, Mexico, 1996 - I & II Euro-American Exposition of Visual Poetry", Bentos Goncalves, RS, Brazil, 1996-1997. - First Buenos Aires Conference on Experimental Poetry, Argentine, 1996. - Art, Ethics and Human Rights, University of Tucuman, Argentine, 1996. - Eye Rhymes, University of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, 1997. - STOP, National Museum of Contemporary Arts, Santiago, Chile, 1998. - Intersigns Poetry, Paço das Artes, San Pablo, Brazil, 1998. - VIII Festival Internacional de Poesía de Medellín, Colombia, 1998. - Belo Horizonte Biennal of Poetry, Belo Horizonte, MG, Brazil,1998. - The Literature out the Books, University of Barcelone, Spain, 1999. - Trienal of Visual Poetry, Porto Alegre, RS, Brazil, 2000 - VII Biennal of Havanna, Wifredo Lam Centre, La Habana, Cuba, 2000 - Encontro Internacional de Literatura Latino-Americana, Belo Horizonte, MG, Brasil, 2001 - Le Dernier Festival, Ventabren, Marsella, France, 2001 - IV Salon of Digital Art, Havanna, Cuba, 2002 - VII International Biennal of Cuenca, Ecuador, 2002 - Perfopuerto, Festival on Performances, Valparaíso, Chile, 2002
The beaten urn, dug up… The trace of sun in a garden shed, Through hair, on hands----- How rich this, this minor Chord played well, with distinction. If the gleam could become a sweater Who would not find the fit right, Feel that all-over-touch & pull Such shape closer Little caring how it might sag? So our bodies, our baggage, Pounded, refined & worn For the wearing can still Cast a light With the wrinkles vainly saying: "Look at us, us crags of stars!" & we must look, touch, anoint Because the glow is everything Good darkness is known by
For Otto Levi
Night can be the best time, Unless it is too clear. Then we can't use flashlights In case of overhead planes. Also, when it is winter The cold can interrogate & There's no leaves for camouflage. Smoke is the best insulator, But can be seen, smelled & The snows, melted, Burn, cramp. All in all, for sustenance One only has skin, skin & Animal senses. Thinking Is a byproduct if danger Doesn't turn desperation To fuzz…
Once I was in such thick, Feverish from a bullet & The nightmare of how it came. That happened at night too. That happened but we managed To cobble back health real as Terror's hunger Is necessary for revolutions
Or so I keep repeating Since hope must
Have a reason & the feet of life
Waiter On The Water
The night you became a messiah I started to notice more. The first thing was this path, Your basic slab, fairly short & made Of how many poured stones? Anyway, it shone incredibly Where you stood, where you left, The dark wet grass on either side Composed of city clover, small tufts With white buds, hundreds Apparently
Stars, in fact, a perfect Match where I laid down, Where I was raised up. There was a soft rain drifting, that kiss Of mist one could live in Quite comfortably admiring Traffic lights, their celestial glow & Distant buses & yellow cabs passing
Except you waved your palms over, An al most touch, the fingers so open, The skin so close & I rose towards your face,
That embrace of waiting eyes
Stephen Mead is a freelance artist/writer living in northeastern N.Y., over the past few years I have exhibited art both throughout N.Y., and in Provincetown, M.A. In the early 1990's I was also published in several little literary magazines, stopped to pursue visual work, and in 2001 began seeking publication again.
Woods, the girl is hidden stream, cold and hurt the boy listens, guilt-stricken waiting for her to call his name, alone eyes from the black turn mystical the paths are soon to meet the girl cries head bowed in silence she weeps softly onto her mind she needs somebody to run with holding waiting for the embracing arms the kissful gesture the clothing stained with the cloud's blood.
The ice cream liquors in the sun rays which thin out the rush-frisk street are me etc. and not me. In a dip of laminated conversations "just like the song," she said "did you ever see a dream walking?" I pricked - the anticipation of his shadow in the blackout of an eye.
Statue-still I stand surrounded by undulating turquoise. I wait.
Gulls cry overhead, geese honk, Purple Martins eat on the wing.
Hungry, I fish.
Dave Ruslander lives in rural Virginia. True to the sweeping-generalization that Southerners are slow, he didn't get around to writing until he was fifty. Since then he's written poetry, short stories, and one novel. His work has been published in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The Green Tricycle, Cenotaph Pocket Edition, Mipo, Melic Review, Snow Monkey, 2Avant, and many others. Dave has bipolar disorder.