Biography of Brian Routh
I am an artist and I have lived in the USA for 25 years. Mostly in Los Angeles with some years spent in San Francisco, Chicago, New York and on the Russian River.
I moved to London when I was 12 and lived in Munich and Berlin for a time. I became a performance artist in 1972 and worked with a partner and we became the Kipper Kids. Since 1980 in addition to the Kipper Kids I have performed as a solo artist. I have also performed and collaborated with many other artists such as Karen Finley, Tony Labat, Eric Bogosian, Ian Hinchcliffe, Genesis P. Orridge, Public Image, the Sex pistols, Joanna Went, Henry Rollins and many others. I have performed all over Europe, North Africa, Canada, North America and the UK.
Since 2008 I have been working in collaboration with artist Patrcia Wells who is creating animations for which I am creating the sound and music for...see here:
Brian Routh's Works:
No Books. DVD Movies. CDs of music. Photo work. Paintings. Sculpture. Comic books.
Brian Routh Poems
It Is Time
It is time to move amongst the bushes to isolate the rooms close up the gaps out from the lapse.
Forever My Love
In every dream there you are. From every corner your eyes seek mine. Our hearts beating as one. The waves of passion running through us.
Left Brain Right Brain
You put your left brain in, Your right brain out, In out-in out, You shake 'em all about,
Hilda was blue Betty was two Jenny was red Clare was dead
Consumed With Talent?
Jack the hack, a writer worked as a waiter he used to be a fighter he used to be a hater
Who Am I?
The wind blows Across my face My shadow moves From place to place
Fields Of Love
As we walk hand in hand through the fields of yellow corn Our voices singing with the innocence of childhood. We talk of castles and grand things. The wind carries our words to the clouds.
don't go back to sleep don't go back to bed don't sleep on your feet don't close up your head
Girl In Nyc
There was a girl in New York City Whose flashing form was light and pretty
I am in ecstasy I am in joy The angels have spoken they speak in words that are not of this world
Dirty Dolly lost his lolly dropped it while he rode the trolly. the lolly melted on the floor the lolly stick fell through the door.
Unfolding the parchment from it’s hook Lengths lengths Evergreen the holy face fresh tingling pine Present
Only my hand was visible from out of the mud of my soul. Another hand grabbed mine, Lifted me up and sent me hurtling through space. I was filled with a tingling joy
I am a Holy man in deep cover I have no father and no mother No fortune and no fame No history and no name
When to say it
when to do it
when to touch it
when to hear it
when to want it
when to taste it
when to sing it
when to wing it
when to sling it
when to hop it
when to chop it
when to stop it
when to dye it red