CORNELL COLLEGE “CAGE DIES BIRD FLIES” EVENTS APRIL 24-25

Last week my collaborator Dale Williams and I were on the campus of Cornell College (Mount Vernon, Iowa) doing what we do. Dale flew in from Brooklyn for the event.

On April 24 I visited Professor Katy Stavreva’s ENG 322 Shakespeare’s Rivals class, participating in a discussion of the literature of exile, and working with students to devise a strategy of publically presenting sections of Marlowe’s play of exile Edward II in conjunction with lines from my recently completed novel of exile What Days Are Like When There Are Only Nights.

On April 25 Dale and I discussed the topic of artistic collaboration with Professor Sandra Dyas’s ART 307 Advanced Photography class. Later that day, at the school’s Center for the Literary Arts, we presented sections of the first three completed phases of Cage Dies Bird Flies, preceded by a performance by ENG 322 students.

Below is a link to a video of the performance:

Cage Dies Bird Flies is a multi-phase collaboration. Each phase consists of 81 artworks inspired by my texts. These works, in turn, form the basis of books, exhibitions, recordings, performances. The plan is to execute ten phases.

Illuminations by the Slice, Phase I, was created between 2012-2014

Giant Miniature Illuminations, Phase II, was created between 2014-2016

The Luminous Dark: Landscapes Found and Lost, phase III, was created between 2017-2019

Before it snowed, Dale and I, along with poet Anne Pierson Wiese, visited Stone City,  Iowa, the site of Grant Wood’s art colony in the 1930s. Below is an image of the three us standing in front of the Stone City General Store.

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FIRST EXCERPTS OF CAGE DIES BIRD FLIES PHASE THREE APPEAR IN EPIC EYE

The first excerpts from Cage Dies Bird Flies Phase III, Giant Miniature Illuminations, appear in the second issue of Epic Eye, a national journal much longer, wider, and slicker than those I usually publish in:

http://www.graphis.com/entry/1d28b977-13b3-44fc-8856-523de6670c74/

“CAGE DIES BIRD FLIES” EXCERPTS TO APPEAR IN SPRING 2017 ISSUE OF HAYDEN’S FERRY REVIEW

A spread consisting of eight works from Phase One of “Cage Dies Bird Flies,” my on-going collaboration with painter Dale Williams, will appear in Issue #60 of the Hayden’s Ferry Review. To visit this print journal’s website, follow the link below:

http://haydensferryreview.com

VAN DEERBORN WOWS CROWD DURING MILLER/WILLIAMS BROOKLYN “CAGE DIES” EXHIBIT

The exhibit of prime specimens from my on-going collaboration with artist Dale Williams continues until November 29 at Threes Brewing in Brooklyn, New York, 333 Douglass Street (between 3rd & 4th Avenue).

Follow the link below to view a brief video of Dale—in the guise of renowned pianist Van Deerborn—accompanying my taped vocalizations of 10 urban elements that frequently inform the text-based “CAGE DIES” paintings: Concrete, Soot, Sun, Coffee, Trains, Buttons, Snow, Garbage, Hair, Balconies.

https://vimeo.com/144700755

MILLER/WILLIAMS COLLABORATION NOW ON VIEW IN BROOKLYN

Fifteen paintings based on texts of mine are currently being exhibited in a funky space near the Gowanus Canal. For more details follow the link below:

http://www.threesbrewing.com/eventscalendar/2015/10/6/cage-dies-bird-flies-an-exhibit-by-dale-williams-by-ben-miller

For those in the NYC-area, Threes Brewing is located two blocks from the Union Street stop on the R line. On Sunday night, October 18, at 6:30 pm, my collaborator Dale Williams will be performing a Fantasia of Some Elements, playing piano to the tune of a recording I recently made out west.

This second link will transport you to a terrific interview with Dale just posted on the Arts Gowanus site:

http://artsgowanus.org/blog

FINAL BMC INDEX CARD TRAVELOGUE EXCERPT AND PERFORMANCE CLIP #7

4/5 Exit tent, spread arms wide, and begin show, singing: “I am the young walled city…I am the walled city young” / SURPRISES: audience members cradling plastic cups of wine and/or beer barge into tent and must be chased out—collaborators appear in the night, one taking part in the program by saying “frog” again and again; another tipsy NC soul asks if she can roll an apple across the stage and we let her and then she stands beside me, the two of us acting out: “Dumbwaiter breaks 157-year silence…”—I find myself playing the trumpet more than I ever thought I would as Dale croons and dances—I read “rough drafts” of new pieces written since arrival—I read portion of travel diary—there are crowds: they clap, they hoot!—bum left knee holds out…

In the following clip I deliver “Exorcism performed on beaded curtain” :

To view more video documentation of the Cage Dies Bird Flies project, visit the YouTube channel that Dale Williams and I have established:
http://www.youtube.com/user/CageDiesBirdFlies

BMC INDEX CARD TRAVELOGUE EXCERPT AND PERFORMANCE CLIP #6

4/5 …wearing drenched red flannel shirt and orange pants, I blow water out of the trumpet as Dale paddles / “You’re worrying me,” he says as I lean way back, lean way forward, imitating Miles Davis at summer camp, the horn farting / after we tie up, I burst dripping out of the boathouse, race back to Studies Building, pile sodden clothes on life jacket in center of room, change, and return to the stage ten minutes before our show-time, exhale / other events are well underway on a clear night: white fabric dangles from tree, dry ice smokes on grass near dining hall, quilt with legs undulates, huge red balloon on a pole flanks entrance road, in The Roundhouse volunteers with mallets bash piano strings, and what appear to be giant hoop skirts (lemon, red, peach) flit around the twilight shore…

In the following clip Dale Williams sings my epic few-word text “Circus runs away from boy”:

BMC INDEX CARD TRAVELOGUE EXCERPT AND PERFORMANCE CLIP #5

4/5 Plan is to canoe to boathouse from small island at 8:15 and begin performing at 9:00, my collaborator Dale Williams paddling as I play long heraldic trumpet notes…but as we shove off on schedule…canoe tilts sideways…trumpet and I plunge into cold lake water…disaster!

In the following clip I exhibit symptoms of trauma in “Follow that blue hubbard squash”: