HOMEGROWN STORIES 2023: TEN

2023 marks the tenth anniversary of Homegrown Stories and to celebrate, the organizers invited back some of their favorite collaborators to create new work around the theme of TEN. To learn more about the project and the participating artists please visit www.homegrownstories.com

SPUME (2023) by Markus Haala

A video/sound collaboration with Pieta Brown, facilitated by Homegrown Stories.


Watershed (2023) by Markus Haala

A video/sound collaboration with Lloyd Dunn, facilitated by Homegrown Stories.


HOMEGROWN STORIES 2022: THE YEAR OF LEFTOVERS

In 2022 the Homegrown Stories artists will be using leftovers as source material for three video projects. Three sound artists were asked to create short soundtracks using their leftovers which will be served up to our film artists as inspiration for their leftover videos. The project is led by LeAnn Erickson, a film and video production professor at Temple University, and Sandra Louise Dyas, a visual artist and published author living in Iowa City. To learn more about the project and the participating artists please visit www.homegrownstories.com

OSMOSIS (2022) by Markus Haala

A video/sound collaboration with Pieta Brown, facilitated by Homegrown Stories, utilizing leftover video and sound recordings.


HOMEGROWN STORIES 2021: THE YEAR OF THE POET

During 2021, Homegrown Stories will embark on a video collaboration with poets. Over the past seven years of this project, many of the videos created have embraced a poetic structure or feel. For the 2021 iteration four poems were commissioned to serve as the ‘prompts’ for video collaborations. The project is lead by LeAnn Erickson, a Professor of film and video production at Temple University, and Sandra Louise Dyas, a visual artist and published author living in Iowa City. To learn more about the project and the participating artists please visit www.homegrownstories.com.

ELEGY FOR SUMMERTIME (2021) by Markus Haala

A video response to Melissa Ginsburg's poem "The Adder"


THE ADDER by Melissa Ginsburg

May the pond be free
from its companion        pondwater
blackening          the pond’s edges

           slipping             as it does
to the sides    behind
           below   a swimming     adder

May the air and the sky be excused
from one another             as a child
from a table         as a table

from its planes the         house from
its frame           Free
             garden from dirt

             garden
from sprouts waxing
white and long under layers

of mulch         Part spring from cold part
wood from grain part grain part monstrous
shout     Part splinter

from wood       splinter from flesh
Toss it in the fire
divorce fire

from its color its tremble and
its burn
           Divorce:          does a door

need a wall to become itself
to separate
           from to open to allow

Originally published in West Branch No. 95, Winter 2021

LAVENDER TIDE (2021) by Markus Haala

A video response to Melissa Ginsburg's poem "APOLLO"

APOLLO by Melissa Ginsburg

Wolf god. Sheep god. God trapped in a mine. God of fields
and flowers. Of pastures and herds. God of exoskeletons. Hunter
and flayer, feeder of snakes. Healer god of arrows, of oracles
you will never figure out. God of colonies and the crying rock.
Unshorn god. Shining god of mice and islands.

Wolf of healing. God in the womb already frightening. Killer of
cyclops maker of lightning. God of moderation. Monster of
light. Tender protector. Hunter god liar god. Colonizing god,
god of ships leaving, of sun in the sky, of tunnels and holes, of
sowing a seed. Slayer of Python. God of the deal.

Farm god. Lover god. God of my sister Artemis goddess of that
sleek lens through which I look, the moon. God of ships and a
sun. Supplier god, contract god. Twin god and wave god.
Waving goodbye on the dock and the ship leaving god on a
wave.

God of the oracle stops. God of compromise and centuries. God
of whispered riddles swallowed on an island. Snake-eaten god.
God of dried up waters, cratering depths. Canyon, erosion,
billowing out. Tributary god cut off from its source. God of the
dry bed, of the cold war. Together with Artemis slayer of
progeny. Husbanding the silver arrows. Quiver in the outskirts
of the sky.

Originally published in descant literary magazine, 2018


LA PASTORALE SYNTHÉTIQUE (2021) by Markus Haala

A video response to Melissa Ginsburg's poem "Pastoral", published in June 2020 in The New Yorker.

PASTORAL by Melissa Ginsburg

I was unincorporated
I was without a body
I was lots
Not lots yet parcels

I was ground
Where the pipes will go
I was shrubs I was
Brush and the space

Between shacks I lacked
Governance I was
Lean-tos I was dens
In the earth and

Roots of the weak
Sweetgum I was pear
And turtle sunning
I was lungs un-

Breathing I was the site
On the horse’s neck
Where bats came
Nightly to feed I was

The blood coagulating
Into morning I was
Waiting for full dark
Again I was waiting

For the wound
To reopen I was led
To a tree a weak
Tree strung with nets

I was the bat hoping
To be caught I
Couldn’t heal myself
Fast enough

Published in the print edition of the June 8 & 15, 2020 issue of The New Yorker.