Artifice:
Perception is creative.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
...I think it was Bruce?
It was cold here when it happened. I had just started my first week after training and was a little concern about asking for time off for something so incredible. It was warm where it happened, and dark and stormy and cliched.
I can't really say, what I was thinking or doing, I was on lunch when I got the call. Surprise! Happily Unexpected at the time, until at least I answered. Hi! What? -the fuck? OHSHITOHSHITOHShitohshit.
Um.... Silence as through tears and confusion its taken it. Hidden in a conference room in half abandoned 9th floor overlooking Times Square, we were almost the last to leave but that hasn't happened yet.
OKokokOKOKok just calm down. I'll see if I can leave early, OK yeah, you too. off the phone reeling. how to say this, to someone i don't really know. I hardly believe it myself.
Hey Gary? So um, a friend of the family died can I take off early? Hey thanks man, yeah ok bye. But that's not how it went. I told the whole story, luckily it was too crazy to be taken for a lie. I managed not to freak out too much in the telling.
A fucking Jaguar ate him, a storm came and he was walking home drunk and it fucking killed him at the gate to his house and ate his fucking body! Sure it's the jungle but it wasn't wild. It had escaped from next door, from a cage, where it had learned that humans and food are together. AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ANYONE. It was out for TWO FUCKING DAYS.
Sure Ok, shit happens. but what the fuck. two days? hours? OK with ya, days? no nonononononononononNO would I be saying this if it hadn't killed someone? If it hadn't affected me personally in some way?
I, I oh, I um... I don't even think I met him when I was there, your friend. Even now, a year later, I don't even know his name....
I can't really say, what I was thinking or doing, I was on lunch when I got the call. Surprise! Happily Unexpected at the time, until at least I answered. Hi! What? -the fuck? OHSHITOHSHITOHShitohshit.
Um.... Silence as through tears and confusion its taken it. Hidden in a conference room in half abandoned 9th floor overlooking Times Square, we were almost the last to leave but that hasn't happened yet.
OKokokOKOKok just calm down. I'll see if I can leave early, OK yeah, you too. off the phone reeling. how to say this, to someone i don't really know. I hardly believe it myself.
Hey Gary? So um, a friend of the family died can I take off early? Hey thanks man, yeah ok bye. But that's not how it went. I told the whole story, luckily it was too crazy to be taken for a lie. I managed not to freak out too much in the telling.
A fucking Jaguar ate him, a storm came and he was walking home drunk and it fucking killed him at the gate to his house and ate his fucking body! Sure it's the jungle but it wasn't wild. It had escaped from next door, from a cage, where it had learned that humans and food are together. AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ANYONE. It was out for TWO FUCKING DAYS.
Sure Ok, shit happens. but what the fuck. two days? hours? OK with ya, days? no nonononononononononNO would I be saying this if it hadn't killed someone? If it hadn't affected me personally in some way?
I, I oh, I um... I don't even think I met him when I was there, your friend. Even now, a year later, I don't even know his name....
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Better Luck Dead Man
So, Haven't posted on here for a little bit. I thought I would share the music I have been making.
In recommended order.
In recommended order.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Photos of the Book in Progress
As I have mentioned in previous posts I am working on a "poetry" series that involves erasing words from existing writings. This method of writing has always intrigued me, it is similar to the (schizophrenic) act of searching for prophesy in biblical codes. You really do get what you are looking for, but are limited by the material available and the parameters you create. Mine where aesthetic and based on the preexisting book structures, (a chapter must be self contained) and on a lose poetic grammar.
Here is the image of the cover. It says He On THE WILL no on. I may remove the "no on" This is fake gold leaf on a rough canvas type book cover, and was done by scraping off the extra words with a knife.
This is the first full page of text. In a kind of forward prior to Chapter One proper. The full text and process action can be viewed in Erasure #1
Here is the image of the cover. It says He On THE WILL no on. I may remove the "no on" This is fake gold leaf on a rough canvas type book cover, and was done by scraping off the extra words with a knife.
This is the first full page of text. In a kind of forward prior to Chapter One proper. The full text and process action can be viewed in Erasure #1
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Will Chapter 1
17
Chapter 1
the night, leaves rustling the clouds, hurry on the ocean of light. loitered above, a clear distinction between sunburned contempt On the most western waitresses and the canned soul of endless blinding white cattle of Majestic violent change.
Charlie, the operator, was a squeaky crank that unwound still wet from this old gal he offered speed with uncommon crowd this particular one. These kindred souls in the Most collected places, yearning to pull young attention. But few would do so.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Memory
And yes, there really was a
dear friend, and
envy
I killed him
He
didn't complain
So long, old pal, you are sorely missed.
dear friend, and
envy
I killed him
He
didn't complain
So long, old pal, you are sorely missed.
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