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August 5, 2012

concretemomma

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Concrete Momma
requiem for the living
by
geo geller

geo geller strung-up photo of converted violin where the bow hairs are woven through the strings and held in my hands with out the bow - from mini concert at 92nd st Y by Jerry Hirsch
StrungUP

experimenting with holding bow hairs in my hands
while making the violin talk 6-2012

geo geller strung-up photo of converted violin where the bow hairs are woven through the strings and held in my hands with out the bow – from mini concert at 92nd st Y by Jerry Hirsch experiment
by geo

work in progress – Concrete-Momma – Requiem for the living, Poetic Justice, the poem excerpted from the play by geo geller performed by me too – i started writing concrete momma around mid 1980’s the poem from version 1990 – in full disclosure written with a little more help from Shakespeare – stay tooned more details soon this is the first read through and reading with my converted violin played with the few bow hairs in my hand and one of them woven through the strings too

the StrungUP series by geo – experimenting with holding bow hairs in my hands while making the violin talk 6-2012

NOTE: Concrete Momma – a requiem for the living – Prison gives you everything but warmth and often called a Concrete Moma  (see link below to audio recording of my first rough reading) that i started in the 1980’s and worked on and off for over 20 years – background: i stumbled on Shakespeare’s “Rape Of Lucretia” I was so hypnotized by the language and poetic justice imagery that i would spend a day sometimes on a word or a phrase – i stole the Rape of Lucretia from Shakespeare because i loved it and in the course of time i re-invented it, turned it upside down inside out and set it on death row in prison where the author of “Concrete Momma” – a requiem for the living  –  was a prisoner, and left the play that he had been working on for 20 years and just as he was going to be released from prison he takes his life and leaves the play to the 2 guys in the next cell with instructions to read it aloud in the morning twilight

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