armory show

Some interesting stuff from the Armory show site. Lots more good stuff. These are just a few that caught my eye...

monkeyland chameleons

I shake my head and shiver
They smile and they stab my back
As they shake my hand
Send out an S.O.S. please
I'm marooned in monkeyland.
I'm idly staring at the sky
Did anybody hear me cry
A billion stars are a moving sight
To all you out there reading this tonight
It's just a trick of the light
I have to know what is real and what is illusion
Tell me how does it feel beyond this confusion?
Is there anyone there?
Do I dismiss this with a sigh?
And let the answers pass me by?
Is my creator God or a man?
Does someone somewhere care and understand?
It's just a trick of the light.
I have to know what is real and what is illusion
(Rest of chorus)
Is there anyone there?
Life's an optical illusion like other optical illusions
Beware

sunday morning coming down

Dangerous Dan is a person of extreme musical intelligence. I try to listen to him every sunday. yes, it's war and football today.

Sunday - 1 February 2009 - 9:00am to 12:00pm

ARTIST--TITLE --ALBUM
Cash, Johnny--Sunday Morning Coming Down--Essential Johnny Cash - Disc 2
Sciflyer--Never Come Down--Age of Lovely, Intimate Things
Gysin, Brion--Stop Smoking--Self-Portrait Jumping
Sixteens--Baby's Carriage--Glacier, The
Kills, the--The Good Ones--No Wow
Spit Muffins, The--End of The World--You're Soaking In It
Thunders, Johnny--Green Onions--Panic on Sunset Strip
Crazy Dreams Band--Nightcrawler--Crazy Dreams Band
Deadbolt--Voodoo Doll--Shrunken Head
Electrocute--Sugar Buzz--A Tribute to Your Taste
Fire on Fire--Heavy D--Orchard, The
Fireparty--Engine--Fireparty
Obsessors, The--War & Football--Double Scoop
Guttersluts--Crazy Cart--Something Doesn't Smell Right
White Zombie--I Am Legend--La Sexorcisto: Devil Music 1
Monster Zero--Walking Off a Fury--Wreck
Nurse With Wound--Thrill of Romance...? (Burgo Partridge Mix)--Bacteria Magnet
Cold Sun--Here In The Year--Dark Shadows
Davis, Guy--Slow Motion Daddy--Sweetheart Like You
Kaukonen, Jorma--Cracks In The Finish--River of Time
Millionaire At Midnight--Coit Tower--Titan! It's All Pop! Sampler
Tiny Concept--Drinking Wine Song--For Tiny Bullshits...
Unit Breed, The--Sand--Hello Sweet Nothings
Chameleons, the--Monkeyland--Radio One Evening Sessions
Raccoo-oo-oo--Untitled 1--Raccoo-oo-oon
Love of Diagrams--Cool (live)--Love of Diagrams
Knitting By Twilight--Jaunt to Dreamland--an Evening Out of Town
Muslimgauze--Green Is the Colour of ...--Coup D'etat
Faun Fables--Dark Solas/Hela--Songs From "Mother Twilight'

make your own show

I made my own show out of the 3:

Morrissey

Paul Weller

Antony and the Johnsons

Bob Mould Band

Girl Talk

Amy Winehouse/Leonard Cohen

The Kills

Sebastien Tellier

Junior Boys

TV on the Radio

X

Black Keys

Brian Jonestown Massacre

Throbbing Gristle

No Age

My Bloody Valentine

The Cure
Blitzen Trapper

Beirut

Franz Ferdinand

Thievery Corp.

Mstrkrft

happy birthday mr. burns

TO A MOUSE
ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH
NOVEMBER, 1785

EE, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I was be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
And never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I cannot see,
I guess an' fear!

bay area exhales

SAY GOODBYE To Bush
What: Score 50 percent off Brazilian, bikini, and eyebrow waxing at Lisa Bradbury Skincare Salon.
Why: Should make for a smooth transition.
When: Thru Jan. 31.
Where: 1756 Fillmore St., at Sutter St. (415-441-7470).

the stranglers

this is why i can never get over the 80s. dont let anyone tell you it was about bon jovi.this would be a good song for the old deathbed. i'll have to write that down.

pablo neruda

Keeping Quiet
Pablo Neruda
(trans. Alastair Reid)

And now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victory with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about, I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve,
and you keep quiet and I will go.

walk this way

helen verhoven

fred sandback

Something is very gently,

invisibly, silently,

pulling at me-a thread

or net of threads

finer than cobweb and as

elastic. I haven't tried

the strength of it. No barbed hook

pierced and tore me. Was it

not long ago this thread

began to draw me? Or

way back? Was I

born with its knot about my

neck, a bridle? Not fear

but a stirring

of wonder makes me

catch my breath when I feel

the tug of it when I thought

it had loosened itself and gone.

--Denise Levertov

assassins...lynette squeaky fromme

Fromme was born in Santa Monica, California, to Helen Benziger Fromme, a homemaker, and William Millar Fromme, an aeronautical engineer. In 1963, the family moved to Redondo Beach, a suburb of Los Angeles, and Fromme began drinking and taking drugs. Her grades in high school dropped, but she managed to graduate with her in 1966. She moved out of her parents' house for a few months before her father convinced her to consider El Camino Junior College. Her attendance there only lasted about two months, however, before an argument with her father rendered her homeless. In 1967, Fromme went to Venice beach, suffering from depression. Charles Manson, who had been recently released from federal prison at Terminal Island near Long Beach, saw her and struck up a conversation with her. Fromme found Manson's philosophies and attitudes appealing, and the two became friends, travelling together and with other young people such as Mary Brunner and Susan Atkins. She lived in southern California at Spahn Ranch, and in the desert near Death Valley. After Manson and some of his followers were arrested for committing what would become known as the Tate-LaBianca murders in 1969, Fromme and the remaining "Manson family" camped outside of the trial. When Manson and his fellow defendants, Patricia Krenwinkel, Leslie Van Houten and Atkins carved Xs into their foreheads, so did Fromme and her compatriots. They proclaimed Manson's innocence and preached his apocalyptic philosophy to the news media, as well as to anyone else who would listen. She was never charged with involvement in the murders, but was convicted of attempting to prevent Manson's imprisoned followers from testifying, as well as contempt of court when she herself refused to testify. She was given short jail sentences for both offenses. On the morning of September 5, 1975, Fromme went to Sacramento's Capitol Park (reportedly to plead with President Gerald Ford about the plight of the California redwoods) dressed in a nun-like red robe and armed with a .45 Colt automatic pistol, that she pointed at Ford. The pistol's magazine was loaded with four rounds, but none were in the firing chamber. She was immediately restrained by Secret Service agents, and while she was being further restrained and handcuffed, managed to say a few sentences to the on-scene cameras, emphasizing that the gun did not "go off. Fromme subsequently told The Sacramento Bee that she had deliberately ejected the cartridge in her weapon's chamber before leaving home that morning, and investigators later found a .45 ACP cartridge in her bathroom.

not everybody likes licorice but people who like licorice, really like licorice

Never Mind the Buzzcocks

Noel Fielding...no idea who he is but I must do my research what a doll

Yeah--spent the whole day watching Buzzcocks on YewTube. Bodes well for the new year, dunnit. In love with Simon A. of course.

curtis mayfield muuve onuuup

See you on the other side!

david ratcliff

everywhere I go people stare

they put me down but I don't care

(they put me down they put me down)

my mirror's telling me my face is a mess

and all my friendsthey hate the way i dress

Cause I'm a rebel

rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel,

rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel,

a teenage rebel

Well I'm not in school and I hate work

I break all their rules and they call me a jerk

everybody's trying to tell me how to live my life

If I hear it one more time from you baby

gonna slit your gut with a knife

Cause I'm a rebel

rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel,

rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, a teenage rebel

ron nagle

questions and questions
plain as your nose
but who would believe a little rose?
winners and losers in love with themselves
no santa claus
no happy elves

linda geary

But how does Deleuze square his pessimistic diagnoses with his ethical naturalism? Deleuze claims that standards of value are internal or immanent: to live well is to fully express one's power, to go to the limits of one's potential, rather than to judge what exists by non-empirical, transcendent standards. Modern society still suppresses difference and alienates persons from what they can do. To affirm reality, which is a flux of change and difference, we must overturn established identities and so become all that we can become—though we cannot know what that is in advance. The pinnacle of Deleuzean practice, then, is creativity. "Herein, perhaps, lies the secret: to bring into existence and not to judge. If it is so disgusting to judge, it is not because everything is of equal value, but on the contrary because what has value can be made or distinguished only by defying judgment. What expert judgment, in art, could ever bear on the work to come?"

scape

i love you anyway

bye bye bettie

in honor of my new haircut

temple of the word leonora carrington

Seeking wisdom in late-Sixties Mexico City, filmmaker ALEJANDRO JODOROWSKY found several unusual masters. Here, he discusses his encounters with the Japanese zen monk Ejo Takada and the Surrealist artist Leonora Carrington...

systemic change

This is not what most people hoped for. But their hopes were so strong that it was easier to indulge in happy dreams and put one’s faith in a prince than to look at the systemic problems that need to be restructured in order for real change to occur. Individuals do not determine who owes what to whom, who is employed by whom or what laws govern their work and investment. Institutional economic and political structures are the key. And somehow the focus has been on the politics of personalities, not on the economic forces at work.

thanks for william s. burroughs

guns and roses chinese democracy

Of all the retreads and comebacks lately--Metallica sucked, Motorhead was good, but GNR is utterly awesome. I know that I'm a classic case. Watch my disenchanted face...

martin kersels

doug harvey on mk

charlie roberts

interview

golden age tv on the radio

i adore chris martin

Martin: I know what you mean. I feel the air on the back of my neck, I become aware of my blood pressure. I hear the sounds in the room… Years ago Joseph Beuys had a retrospective at the Guggenheim Museum. I was obsessed with Beuys, but I didn’t understand it. There was a sculpture of about five or six tree branches covered by layers of felt. The branches stuck out at either end. I looked very carefully at this sculpture and I heard a sound. It wasn’t a hallucination. I really heard a sound that I knew from my childhood in the Catskill Mountains. It was the sound of a bunch of snow falling off a tree, the heavy thump of snow falling in the forest. I remember looking around to see if something had made this sound. There was a guard. I asked him if he had heard it. I went up to the sculpture and it was called “Snowfall.” It filled me with wonder. It had a tremendous impact on me to have that experience. I realized that art could reach deep into one’s psyche, deep into one’s core, and that this could be communicated through objects. It was a very spooky thing…

learning to teach teaching to learn

Mary Catherine Bateson: A whole series of relationships are becoming two-way streets: The boss has to listen to the employee, the manufacturer has to listen to the customer, the professor has to listen to the student, and the political leader who doesn't listen is likely to be out of a job. Change means that the nature of authority also is changing all over the world.

america in rehab?

The truth is that i've been tramatized by the last 8 years. i've dissociated myself from america. can america be rehabilitated? i'll be watching.

me and noam chomsky voted for cynthia mckinney

john hodgeman lost time

tom ford don't mess up my favorite little book

Tom Ford's A Single Man With Moore and Firth

As I was the first to tell you last month, the fashion prince will make his directorial debut with a movie adaptation of Christopher Isherwood's 1964 novel, A Single Man.

I'm now told that Ford will release an official announcement tomorrow.

Colin Firth will star as a gay college professor who is dealing with the death of his longtime lover. Julianne Moore costars as a lifelong friend of the professor's.

While early talk was Jamie Bell would play one of his students, it turns that role has gone to Matthew Goode.

The story takes place in 1962 in Los Angeles. Filming will begin in L.A. on Nov. 3.

Ford spoke publicly about wanting to get behind the camera when he left Gucci in 2004. He acquired movie right's to A Single Man about a year ago.

He also started his own men's fashion line last year with stores in New York, Las Vegas, Dubai, Los Angles and Moscow, among many others.

elizabeth neel

The synthesis of paint and idea is freshly at work in the paintings of Elizabeth Neel. The paint becomes decay, violence, nature; instead of describing, it simply IS. The oneness is appealing. Equally appealing is the content-- exploration into our own violence, contamination of nature, decay and death. Deep, layered meaning, and the unselfconscious uniting of language and idea.
--pleiady.blogspot.com

i bet you look good on the dancefloor

andy goldsworthy spire in progress

ej hauser

weather or not

BERNARDINE DOHRN: The movement was never not into violence. Violence--the violence was all around us. The violence was being done. The violence was being done by the body bags every day, by a million people in Southeast Asia being killed. The violence was a given. So it's true that we tried to hurl ourselves into the middle of things. But, again, I just want to emphasize that compared to what?

BILL AYERS: We reached a point where we were operating outside of the law, and that is a lot because we were being harassed by the law, and the law was acting outside the law. So in a sense, you know, everyone had lost their bearings, and what we did was certainly serious and had consequences for us personally, but I don't think it was, it was anything that was uncalled for. I mean, I think it was called for.

gary snyder four changes 1970

I. POPULATION: Humanity is but a part of the fabric of life — dependent on the whole fabric for our very existence. As the most highly developed tool-using animal, we must recognize that the unknown evolutionary destinies of other life forms are to be respected, and act as gentle steward of the earth’s community of being.

There are now too many human beings, and the problem is growing rapidly worse. It is potentially disastrous not only for the human race but for most other life forms.

ACTION: First, a massive effort to convince the governments and leaders of the world that the problem is severe. And that all talk about raising food-production — well intentioned as it is — simply puts off the only real solution: reduce population. Try to correct traditional cultural attitudes that tend to force women into childbearing — remove income tax deductions for more than two children above a specified income level, and scale it so that lower income families are forced to be careful too — or pay families to limit their number. Take a vigorous stand against the policy of the right-wing in the Catholic hierarchy and any other institutions that exercise an irresponsible social force in regard to this question; oppose and correct simple-minded boosterism that equates population growth with continuing prosperity. Work ceaselessly to have all political questions be seen in the light of this prime problem.

Share the pleasure of raising children widely, so that all need not directly reproduce to enter into this basic human experience. Adopt children. Let reverence for life and reverence for the feminine mean also a reverence for other species, and future human lives, most of which are threatened.

II. POLLUTION: Pollution is of two types. One sort results from an excess of some fairly ordinary substance — smoke, or solid waste — which cannot be absorbed or transmuted rapidly enough to offset its introduction into the environment, thus causing changes the great cycle is not prepared for. (All organisms have wastes and by-products, and these are indeed part of the total biosphere: energy is passed along the line and refracted in various ways. This is cycling, not pollution.) The other sort is powerful modern chemicals and poisons, products of recent technology, which the biosphere is totally unprepared for. Such is DDT and similar chlorinated hydrocarbons — nuclear testing fallout and nuclear waste — poison gas, germ and virus storage and leakage by the military; and chemicals which are put into food, whose long-range effects on human beings have not been properly tested.

The human race in the last century has allowed its production and scattering of wastes, by-products, and various chemicals to become excessive. Pollution is directly harming life on the planet: which is to say, ruining the environment for humanity itself. We are fouling our air and water, and living in noise and filth that no “animal” would tolerate, while advertising and politicians try to tell us “we’ve never had it so good.”

ACTION: Effective international legislation banning DDT and related poisons — with no fooling around. The collusion of certain scientists with the pesticide industry and agribusiness in trying to block this legislation must be brought out in the open. Strong penalties for water and air pollution by industries. Phase out the internal combustion engine and fossil fuel use in general — more research into non-polluting energy sources; solar energy; the tides. No more kidding the public about atomic waste disposal: it’s impossible to do it safely, and nuclear-power generated electricity cannot be seriously planned for as it stands now.

Stop all germ and chemical warfare research and experimentation; work toward a hopefully safe disposal of the present staggering and stupid stockpiles of H-Bombs, cobalt gunk, germ and poison tanks and cans. Laws and sanctions against wasteful use of paper etc. which adds to the solid waste of cities. Develop methods of recycling solid urban waste. Recycling should be the basic principle behind all waste-disposal thinking. Thus, all bottles should be re-usable; old cans should make more cans; old newspapers back into newsprint again. Stronger controls and research on chemicals in foods. A shift toward a more varied and sensitive type of agriculture (more small scale and subsistence farming) would eliminate much of the call for blanket use of pesticides.

Use fewer cars. Cars pollute the air, and one or two people riding lonely in a huge car is an insult to intelligence and the Earth. Share rides, legalize hitch-hiking, and build hitch-hiker waiting stations along the highways. Also — a step toward the new world — walk more. Boycott bulky wasteful Sunday papers which use up trees. It’s all just advertising anyway, which is artificially inducing more mindless consumption.

Refuse paper bags at the store. Organize Park and Street clean-up festivals. Don’t work in any way for or with an industry which pollutes, and don’t be drafted into the military

III. CONSUMPTION: Everything that lives eats food, and is food in turn. This complicated animal, homo sapiens, rests on a vast and delicate pyramid of energy-transformations. To grossly use more than you need to destroy is biologically unsound. Most of the production and consumption of modern societies is not necessary or conducive to spiritual and cultural growth, let alone survival — and is behind much greed and envy, age old causes of social and international discord.

Humanity’s careless use of “resources” and our total dependence on certain substances such as fossil fuels (which are being exhausted, slowly but certainly), are having harmful effects on all the other members of the life-network. The complexity of modern technology renders whole populations vulnerable to the deadly consequences of the loss of any one key resource. Instead of independence we have over-dependence on life-giving substances such as water, which we squander. Many species of animals and birds have become extinct in the service of fashion fads — or fertilizer, or industrial oil. The soil is being used up; in fact humankind has become a locust-like blight on the planet that will leave a bare cupboard for its own children — all the while in a kind of Addict’s Dream of affluence, comfort, eternal progress — using the great achievements of science to produce software and swill.

Goals: Balance, harmony, humility — growth which is a mutual growth with Redwood and Quail (would you want your child to grow up without ever hearing a wild bird?) — to be a good member of the great community of living creatures.

ACTION: It must be demonstrated ceaselessly that a continually “growing economy” is no longer healthy, but a Cancer. And that the criminal waste which is allowed in the name of competition must be halted totally with ferocious energy and decision. Economics must be seen as a small sub-branch of Ecology, and production/distribution/consumption handled by companies or unions with the same elegance and spareness one sees in nature. Soil banks; open space; phase out logging in most areas.

Plan consumer boycotts in response to dishonest and unnecessary products. Politically, blast both “Communist” and “Capitalist” myths of progress, and all crude notions of conquering or controlling nature.

The inherent aptness of communal life: where large tools are owned jointly and used efficiently. The power of renunciation: If enough Americans refused to buy a new car for one given year it would permanently alter the American economy. Recycle clothes and equipment. Support handicrafts — gardening, home skills, midwifery, herbs — all the things that can make us independent, beautiful and whole. Learn to break the habit of unnecessary possessions — a monkey on everybody’s back — but avoid a self-abnegating, anti-joyous self-righteousness. Simplicity is light, carefree, neat, and loving — not a self-punishing ascetic trip.

It is hard to even begin to gauge how much a complication of possessions, the notions of “my and mine,” stand between us and a true, clear, liberated way of seeing the world. To live lightly on the earth, to be aware and alive, to be free of egotism, to be in contact with plants and animals, starts with simple concrete acts. Simplicity and mindfulness in diet is a starting point for many people.

IV. TRANSFORMATION: We have it within our deepest powers not only to change ourselves but to change our culture. If we are to survive on earth we must transform the five-millennia-long urbanizing civilization tradition into a new ecologically-sensitive, harmony-oriented, wild-minded scientific/spiritual culture.

Goal: Nothing short of total transformation will do much good. What we envision is a planet on which the human population lives harmoniously and dynamically by employing a sophisticated and unobtrusive technology — in a world environment which is “left natural.”

Specific points in this vision:
A healthy and spare population of all races, much less in number than today.
Cultural and individual diversity, unified by a type of world tribal council. Division by natural and cultural boundaries rather than arbitrary political boundaries.
A technology of communication, education, and quiet transportation, land-use being sensitive to the properties of each region.
A basic cultural outlook and social organization that inhibits power and property-seeking, while encouraging exploration and challenge in things like music, meditation, mathematics, mountaineering, magic, and all other ways of authentic being-in-the-world. Women totally free and equal. A new kind of family — responsible, but more festive and relaxed — is implicit.

ACTION: Since it doesn’t seem practical or even desirable to think that direct bloody force will achieve much, it would be best to consider this a continuing “revolution of consciousness” which will be won not by guns but by seizing the key images, myths, archetypes, eschatologies, and ecstasies so that life won’t seem worth living unless one is on the transforming energy’s side.

New schools, new classes, walking in the woods and cleaning up the streets. Create an awareness of “self” which includes the social and natural environment. Consider what specific language forms, symbolic systems, and social institutions constitute obstacles to ecological awareness. Let no one be ignorant of the facts of biology and related disciplines; bring up our children as part of the wild-life. Some communities can establish themselves in backwater rural areas and flourish — others maintain themselves in urban centers — and the two types work together, a two-way flow of experience, people, money, and home-grown vegetables.

Investigate new lifestyles. Work with political-minded people where it helps, hoping to enlarge their vision, and with people of all varieties of politics or thought at whatever point they become aware of environmental urgencies. Master the archaic and the primitive as models of basic nature-related cultures — as well as the most imaginative extensions of science — and build a community where these two vectors cross.

We are the first human beings in history to have all of humanity’s culture and previous experience available to our study — the first members of a civilized society since the early Neolithic to wish to look clearly into the eyes of the wild and see our selfhood, our family, there. We have these advantages to set off the obvious disadvantages of being as screwed up as we are — which gives us a fair chance to penetrate into some of the riddles of ourselves and the universe.

cat power i've been thinking

brian fahlstrom

heather carroll

monty python

shinro ohtake

dead confederate heavy petting

Guilty Pleasure

CHRIS ISAAK - I Want You To Want Me
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Chris Isaak. Same age as me. Spent formative years kicking around SF just like me. Went to same parties. Saw him at the Omni in Oakland 1986-ish? Good show. Very funny stage patter. But really why I like him is that his car pulled up next to mine at a stop light on Pico a couple of years ago and I was staring at his profile to see if that was really him. Fianlly he turns around and give me a big smile and waves. I don't think morrissey would have done that! HA!

cope

black keys set you free

david amico

more

john jurayj

morrissey redondo beach

patti smith kimberly

martin kippenberger

robert gluck

from I Boombox

Clean blood and ass,
Caucasian, who
Really want a
Relationship and
Montgomery Libya’s
Lady Bird: the newest
Cross street is Haiti,
Vintage sofa deathbed,
The wide sand plains
Of commerce. The
Penny bounced with
Amazing freedom.
Absent-minded bakery,
A crass scramble
To put the snake
On the first thing
In sight. Education
Lite. In the movie
Sad nipples die.
The minuscule
Essential as will.
Blue room blue eyes
Tried to keep
Me there: Charmed
Steele frame.
The chilling
Potato of prison
Abuse videotaped
This wake of clay,
Political alerts
From the grave,
A scrubbed chicken
At Notre Dame,
Charwoman of the
Architectural Dept.,
Her methodical
Imprecision breaking
A random feast
With a family meal.
Outside the sun
Was straightening up,
And further disrespected
What went wrong,
A superbly scanned
Background. Murky
Ass. Semi
Circles call for
Attacks on Iraqis.
In the suburbs of
Los Angeles straight
Rains are rage.
The emotions are
Great fun, who wants
To strobe, tease, such
And look?—a queer-
Sized bed, a
Panoramic intent.
Wet tongue and four
Holes to piss, a
Hint of bamboolary.
Good looking,
Lithe-bellied.
“Single and looking
For exasperation.”
A grinding spirit,
Her nipple meandered
Through grainy expanses
Out going get going
Ex-species wheel
Around a dazed
World looking
For a man to
Court and spank,
Powdered sugar
On abstract skin.
The remarkable
Timelessness of
This incident.
For a thorough fire
She pistols the
Dining room.
The lickerish shed
Leans against the
White picket fence,

mr.fish

let's play tennis

damien hirst good god!

vera wang

iggy pop cry for love

frank black los angeles

jonathan borofsky

time to go to la

brian chippendale

what my grandmother always recited to me when i was little

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

louise bourgeois

david bowie wild is the wind

beck gamma ray

barry mcgee

robert yoder

robert ortbal

jerry stahl

You’ve done ­Oprah?
I have, yes. I loved it actually. I got there and I found out that it was a theme show called “When Smart People Do Dumb Things.” It was slightly mortifiying. This was after "Permanent Midnight" came out, but before she had her book club. Oprah was great, man. She leaned over to me during a commercial and said “I smoked crack and I loved it!” And then, you know, after my head exploded, we went back on the air.