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Saturday, June 23, 2018

Celebrate Luxembourg's National Day with European Union of Imaginary Authors poet Georg Bleinstein

Celebrate Luxembourg's National Day with European Union of Imaginary Authors poet Georg Bleinstein who was co-created by myself and Tom Jenks. 

See here for more on Tom Jenks.

Georg Bleinstein has the longest biographical details in Twitters for a Lark: Poetry of the European Union of Imaginary Authors. You can read more abouthim here.

I DO implore you to check out this link because the monstrously long biographical note that we wrote together (in effect, the real collaboration), appears in full and I’ve embedded some surreal and wonderful photographs and videos to illustrate a life that is (literally) not over yet! It's a work of web art in its own right, according to Georg's agent, General Knaphausen, pictured above. I think it takes about an hour (if you can bear Eurovision clips, sausage videos, the late Dale Winton, Group Captain Carol Vorderman and Sabrina Salerno, also pictured above).

After that, read more about the other European Union of Imaginary Authors here and here. All the collaborators are accessible via links here. Most of those are real.The videos of the EUOIA Other Room reading from last August are now available here.Tom is featured.

Twitters for a Lark is published by Shearsman. More on Twitters here and here

In short, this collection marks a continuation of the work I ventriloquised through my solo creation, the fictional bilingual Belgian poet RenĂ© Van Valckenborch, in A Translated Man (read an early account here; the book is also available from Shearsman here ). 'On this evidence, Robert Sheppard is now as Belgian as moules-frites and Herman Van Rompuy,' commented Tom Jenks... Tom is now as Luxembourgish as Jean-Claude Juncker!

I have posited a possible continuing fiction here, but I am unsure which way this will go now. Georg Bleinstein himself is perhaps an illustrative fiction about the madness of pursuing the fictional poetry project to its ultimate ends. We'll see (whoever 'we' turn out to be, or to have been).