Friday, February 27, 2009

townie talk 9

Here we have sexual innuendo, perry can't say words anymore, and jake's burp counter.

We counted 15 burps



Show Notes:

jake needs a job
how we persuade, do we?
what we've been up to
throbbing gristle
new yeah yeah yeahs
artistic right
julian awkward
the internet a public place
change with a new president
what perry has been up to
recession talk
gg allin / no limits living
our futures
julian's tobias moment

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

the man driving by in the blue sedan
seemed afraid /
my hands are tense and tight
from the cold /
the tunnel in front of me
flashed a silver light
& I became wary
so i walked above
and thought about
what was underneath.

reflections / mixed media / canvas

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

notes on survival

i like to keep useful
and let time pass
Y listen
N listen
keep your cause in high spirits
and discover
ancient things
keep your knife sharp
when the sun rises
& you're still up,
become undone
keep love
keep pain
keep heart
keep vision

Monday, February 23, 2009

Emperor / mixed media / wood board

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Evo / mixed media / wood board

Sunday, February 15, 2009

paper tiger / mixed media / wood board

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

machine dreams / mixed media / canvas dyptech

Monday, February 09, 2009

giants / mixed media / canvas

Sunday, February 08, 2009

notes on survival

sometimes i close my eyes and i'm expecting there to be some thought, some feeling cause i'm alive and so i expect it, but sometimes all that's there is this great big nothing; its black filled with black outside space with red / yellow fuzzy lines making two ovals and it is just there and i don't know what to do about it because it isn't how i think things are supposed to be. so what then. it makes my stomach drop and an overall hum to my brain. the absoluteness of it is what's scary, imagining that always to be the case. escape is what we're all moving towards, from that & whatever it is.

there's something about the men in this family and their intense desire to go to the sea. one day they get something flipped in their heads and they find their fastest way there - and off. but you can console yourself that most likely they'll be coming back. homecoming. such a beautiful compound word.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

captain / mixed media / canvas dyptech

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

was by the ocean walking along the coast to the festival of huts. there were people sitting by fires singing and the afternoon was being replaced by the light throes of evening coming. i sat down and looked at some fire ants moving, then was surrounded by women bringing small platters of food. some friends motioned with their hands how to eat but i became disgusted by their presence and moved off away from the coastline into the inner parts of the village where more foreigners were dancing and their smiles made me look away towards the deep jungle off away from the huts. there was a darkness and it drew me in as if calling in whispers close to my ear. i knew nothing behind me and all that there was was a dark and beautiful thing inside the monstrous riot of plants and animals. i put a hat on as to ease my fear of bugs falling high from canopy, some dangerous stinger from above or a rainstorm that could come from nowhere. there was a gun inside a hut near the border of that chaos and i took it noticing large round shells in a box on a chair; i grabbed a handful and put them in my shirt pocket, loaded both barrels of the shotgun and then walked out and into the tree line then deeper & deeper with a fantastic glee on my face; now alone with only the sound of soft footsteps and the moans of plant growth, animal ecstasy and reverberations of a gold lion. 

for an instant i was transported back to a place in my past. in my apartment looking over a river. there was a women and i had her against the wall, removing her clothes as we kissed and i bit in her neck, her soft sounds, the dull lamp light, my uniform coming off and her naked body there in half light as i had removed all her clothing. she was whispering to me about the hunt and about its danger. she remarked in warm tones that i was a criminal. i remember books with no titles where the apartment had a balcony that looked to a horizon of lights.

i was reloading my gun. smoke rose from the double barrels and the lion roared. i was calm and the snap of the handle meeting barrel dissipated my fear. the lion heard the sound and instead of charging began to run. it leaped away and into the trees where i followed quickly dismissing caution. i fired into darkness and heard a low purr. so low i could feel the vibration through the grass and ground. this time my hands fumbled with the reload and my jaw clenched tight. i was afraid of dying in that instant and the lion's great face came into view. i asked myself what was it that made me do this and felt the hot anger of this animal in my bones.

sogn / mixed media / canvas