OPERATION NEW YORK



Hello!!!
I have some artwork in a show in New York on the 5th of May (E-Vapor-8 @ 319 Scholes). Unfortunately, I do not have enough money to purchase a flight to go out and experience this rare and wonderous occasion (yet). However, I do hope to raise the money through system donations and poetry. And, to show my appreciation for each and every person who helps me make it out there, each donor will receive either a limited edition print of an existng poem of mine, or receive a bespoke, one-off creation. Donations of over £100 will be rewarded with both a bespoke poem accompanied by an original animation.

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DONATIONS

When donating, please remember to include your address, email address and any information about which poem you'd like, or which subject you'd like a poem writen about, in the area marked 'special instructions'.
Postage and packaging to Europe is free. Add UK£2 (US$3) to anywhere outside of Europe.

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Those donating UK£5 (US$8) will receieve a limited edition print of an existing poem of mine. Donors can choose from the following poems found at rhyscorenpoems.co.uk:

a weekend off
Alan Shearer
blinded by love (literally)
boilwashed
breakfast
can I have a go?
final score
football knee
Going Live
imagine if
manish
mark e. smith
marmite
monday
my granddad's top lip
nah, not tonight
promise me
my Nike Air Pegasus 92
voodoo ray

(Signed and numbered A4 Inkjet from editions of 5)

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Those donating UK£30 (US$48) will recieve a bespoke, one-off and orginally created poem written about any subject of the donor's choosing. Ideal as a present for a loved one!
(Singed A4 Inkjet + .rtf file)

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Those donating UK£100 (US$160) will receive a bespoke, one-off and originally created poem written about any subject of the donor's choosing. On top of this, the donor will also receive an originally created accompanying animation. Also ideal as a present for a loved one!
(Signed A4 Inkjet + .rtf file / DVD of animation + digital backup)

example:

"Can I have a go?"

My mum's friend had bought her son around
I presume as some sort of play date
We went to different schools and he was a bit younger
I was playing Golden Axe on the Sega MegaDrive
He was stood next to me eating Chipsticks
His mouth was covered in yellow dust
and wet-look from the grease
"Can I have a go?"
He said

I daren't think about the state of his hands
His slimy
greasy
dusty little hands

"No."

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All the best,
Rhys Coren

For any quieries please contact me on rhyscoren@gmail.com or:
rhyscoren.co.uk
rhyscorenpoems.co.uk
rhyscoren.co.uk/ony