too much factory district, too much winter bus stop too much rent and paper-thin paycheck too many scrap metal scars too much heart in my chest pinching lungs in half too much gray landscape on the surface of my eyes too many holes in my jeans too much is too much and she comes to me like something out of a jukebox a renaissance and i wash away in headsong her arms are long like rope, so i climb up to her atmosphere, copacetic blue a million cartoon parachutes her face is calm always april, shelter from angry storms, and i fall asleep on her cheek her heart feels solved like a vase, open ended vessel woman shaped wishing well her thoughts are time machines, rosary beads, wind hitting a wind chime with accidental pleasure and she says to me if the world is an actor then the actor is a villain and the strings of this machine need oil and ambition and the stage is a mirror for the hero in our heads complicated symbols flashlights for weapons trick coins and sharp pencils, if the world is an actor then the actor is a villain she says go deep if it soothes smooths sink to the bottom of real unaware one eye flashing hazard lights, one eye filled with shadow fish exhale and evolve love will remember your name, skip stones across the water trails to lead you back home somewhere pastries fall off the back of a bakery truck and the ravens dive in somewhere, a mangy black dog enjoys a brown leather shoe somewhere, a cross-eyed comet makes lopsided circles around a dizzy star somewhere, a photograph unfolds faded fingers tracing the silver shapes hitting strings until a symphony explodes loader than a bus driver’s battle cry: hey you getting on or what?
from the book of armaments
the following poem was inspired by the 1975 cult classic film “monty python and the quest for the holy grail”, from which the first stanza comes directly
and the lord did grin, and the people did feast, upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and powdered potatoes, and marijuana brownies, and blueberry cough syrup, and prepackaged dry noodles with the little flavor packets in them, and virgins, and dead virgins and toe jam, and week-old sushi, and yogurt stains on the carpet, and black rabbit afterbirth, and something blue and sticky at the bottom of the fridge, and tacobell and the second-hand watch i bought my sister on her birthday that didn’t work, and the asshole who sold it to me, and a sixpack of forty weight lawnmower oil, and the plastic ring carrier that it came with, and the plastic bag i carried it home in, and a glass of antifreeze both half empty and half full, and rupert murdock and nine million and twenty three, four hundred and forty thousand, nine hundred and thirty five cubic tons of hydrogenated corn syrup and spam balls, and cheese logs, and tree frogs, and the stuff they put in lava lamps even through the warning label says we shouldn’t, and a big ol' cherry on top, and whipped cream, and lots of colorful sprinkles, and french chocolate drizzle, and crushed hazelnut, and three sprigs of parsley, and a lemon wedge, and a little umbrella, and some croutons i guess and it was good i guess
*process notes: in the image above (decomposing a symphony backwards thru a blender) i created the trash heap in the foreground of the image in a series of layers. the primary layer of garbage was created by writing the names “rupert murdock” and “ted turner” over and over and over, vertically, horizontally, diagonally, forwards, backwards, up-side-down, right-side-up, etc. then drew in more garbage on top of that garbage. i was very happy with the process i used, i think it turned out well =)
when my train pulls in, gary clack jr
music for my morning browsing…
i saw gary clark jr in concert a few years back, wow! what an incredible guitarist
a very young gary clack jr, this is the first time i’ve ever seen him play a fender, usually he plays gibbons and epiphones
and finally, check this kid out, wow!
i think that guitar weighs more than he does