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Looking down into a broken, rotten tree trunk the most gigantic black & red horny clippy clacky beetle was crawling up out. When it sensed me it backed up, back down, down into the mulchy rotten wood. Looking up I saw the enormous boa constrictor python snake in the birch tree and then I saw its partner snake in the crabapple tree. At least 15 feet long, thick, rearing back baring vicious fangs. On the ground were some ducklings and then a pheasant, then a quail, all rummaging around in the tall grasses (who hasn't mowed the lawn?) for food. I made loud whooping sounds to scare them away from the hunting snakes and then I was at Luke's house. Turns out his life as a wild bartender is just a facade. He's actually quaint, a nester, and falling in love with me. He strokes my face kindly and then we are out, into the night life to the party in the sexy house at the kitchen table, tequila, anticipation. He pours one for both of us, we sling 'em back. I immediately put my shot glass out for the next he pours and we slam another one. Now for some lime.
(I tried to find an image appropriate for this but only pornographic pictures and a shot of a llama came up. Go ahead you try: "handsome redhead" "goodlooking redheaded man" "cute redhead man")
(I have also just discovered that my boss' son uses my G4 that I use all day for work to surf the internet for porn at night when noone is here. His favorites are apparently barely legal girls and latinos. I wish I had some fucking Florida water & sage to purify my work station. Did he jack-off here last night? I think I'll organize the goddamn bookshelves today.)
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Islaja "Kammon Kynsi Kiele"
Lali Puna "People I Know"
Sondre Lerche "Sleep On Needles"
Freakwater "Out Of This World"
Stranger and Gladdy "We Shall Overcome"
Keith and Tex "Stop That Train"
Jackie and Judy "In Paradise"
Pete and Paul "Ethiopian Land"
Perez Prado "Gateando"
Junior Parker "Love My Baby"
Quincy Jones and Bill Cosby "Hikky-bun"
Magnetic Fields "I Wish I Had An Evil Twin"
Dim Dim "Twirl"
Oh Ok "Straight"
Nick Drake "3 Hours"
New Orleans Wanderers w/Johnny Dodds "Perdido Street Blues"
Smoke City "It's Amazing"
Gal Costa "Desfinado"
Pookey Blew "Get Up (and go to school)"
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- Is a sober life merely pleasant?
- If we drink, women, we should not have more than one drink a day. Alcohol increases the odds of getting breast cancer and heart disease.
- It purred as it ate
- His fireman's jacket
- The dog's eyes glittered
- That "clumping" cat litter? It's carcinogenic to cats. It's also stripping the earth of clay. Try this instead.
- Penelope Houston
- Bread and butter now
- 7 rusted birdcages put to the curb on Piety Street.
- Looking for my little black lamb
- Caterpillars in the lavender, in the passion flower vines.
- Gallant beguiling new songs.
- Why did I begin to make art or did I ever? What made me want to or did I ever not?
- Ordinary unexpected violences.
- The weighty gushy slimy sweet of New Orleans. First it smelled like garbage, then fried chicken. It's okra both cooked right and wrong. It's vintage holiday decorations in glass cases and a leather photograph album (empty) from the 1800's bound with worn old strips of faded blue velvet. It's puns and forgotten transgressions. Bloat, long trains, short trains, smiling girls, 3D coin purse. It's my city and it's going down.
- A ballerina (claggy)
- The curtains closed
- The subaqueous night
- Brandishing the poker
- Like the dahlia: some of me makes it but always some pieces break off.
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- Kendra Smith/David Roback/Keith Mitchell "Grains of Sand"
- Lennie Hibbert "Sweet Loving"
- Mary Hopkins "Inchworm"
- Fuschia "Me and My Kite"
- Brigitte Bardot "Ne Me Laissser Pas L'aimer"
- Ananda Shankar "Jumpin Jack Flash"
- Les Breastfeeders "Laisse Autant le Vent Tout Emporter"
- Bonobo "Nothing Owed"
- Miucha "Lugar Comum"
- Leif Backus "Jeet Swane"
- Sandy Posey "Hey Mister"
- Curtis Harvey Trio "Changes"
- Oh-Ok "Brother"
- Los Holys "Sueno Sicodelico"
- Sly Stone "Uncle Sam Needs You My Friend"
- Led Zeppelin "You Shook Me"
- The Specials "Concrete Jungle"
- Mice Parade "Water Slide"
- Smoke City "Underwater Love"
- Animal Collective "Prospect Hummer"
- Jimmy Anderson "I'm A King Bee"
- Dirty Projectors "Not Having Found"
- Nico "Prelude"
(Andrew was at the Frank Lloyd Wright building in Oklahoma what that city is what that building's called you know and called me to tell me and the closer he got to the building cuz I told him he had to touch it, he had to for me the closer he got the more broken up his voice became and his voice just fell away into the ether and what I'm thinking is he was absorbed into that Frank Lloyd Wright building in Oklahoma. This little interlude has informed my dreams for the past 2 nights. As has the bed I'm building in my crooked little Gentilly backyard bordered with bundles of sticks and dense with tall wild corn grasses, mulberry and nasturtia, fertilized with dried blackeyed peas and copper pennies I just cleaned off of Ezili Freda's shrine. Dreams reached out for and just caught just barely not caught.)
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(Places that scare me, Converse low-tops, #5 filter, rice, coffee, film, twigs, feathers, reformatting the Lacie harddrive, WFMU, murphy`s oil soap, florida water, rabbits, steel, public domain, the production of music, knives, holler, fire, bicycle, dance, sex, goblet, remain.)
About photography:
I don`t think that every picture is worth seeing. Alot of them are just boring and proof of Kandinsky's Pyramid theory and this includes just about every commercial photograph that exists, especially the ones that mock fine-art tropes (crisp patch of the strawberry and part of its green sharp in focus surrounded by hazy out-of-focus hinted-at luxurious context). We can disagree about this but it won`t change how I feel. What gives it a photograph a reason to be seen? The reason it exists (motivation) is its only defense.
I work to find images that ring/resonate with narrative, not always heroic but necessarily poetic. After years of seeing the camera show me how I am fighting to see, I realize my work is about that half-dreaming half-aliveness, the half-bits, the almost caught, glitches, stutters, the just before or after, trying for life without the mask.
I don`t believe in inanimate anything and my cameras lead me around by the ring they put in my nose.
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1. The Long Blondes - Autonomy Boy
2. Solomon Burke - Stupidity
3. The Beach Boys - Stoked
4. The Boswell Sisters - Coffee in the morning & kisses at night
5. MIA - Hombre
6. Beck - I Saw That Girl
7. Fats Waller - Mamacita
8. Honeybus - Would You Believe
9. Nagisa Ni Te - Me, On The Beach
10. Jeanette Jones - I'm Glad I Got Over You
11. Ike & Tina Turner - You Can't Miss Nothing
12. Nathanial Mayer - Well, I've Got News For You
13. Catpower - Free
14. Rotary Downs - Vulgar Ways
15. Mae West - Criswell Predicts
16. Etta James - Strange Things Happen Everyday
17. Loretta Lynn - Blue Kentucky Girl
18. Lloyd Price - Tell Me Pretty Baby
19. Ruth Brown - Sea of Love
20. Loretta Lynn - Honky Tonk Girl
21. The Standels - Why Pick On Me
22. The Green Hornets - Please Little Baby
23. Buck Owens - My Heart Skips A Beat
24. Lulu & The Luvvers - Forget Me Baby
25. The Buzzcocks - Breakdown
26. Ramones - Rockaway Beach
27. George Jones - What Am I Worth
28. Magnetic Fields - All My Little Words
29. PJ Harvey - You Said Something
30. Supremes - Stoned Love
31. Jon The Dog - Doko E Kauru Michi
32. Rotary Downs - Bleeders
33. Degrees
The Failure of Noise
The Failure of Sound
The Failure of Rock
The Failure of the Avant Garde
The Failure of the Space Age
The Failure of Jazz
The Failure of Psychedelia
The Failure of Krautrock
The Failure of Electronic
The Failure of Pop
The Failure of Free-form
The Failure of the 20th Century
(A viking ship hunches on the horizon, a likeness of Loretta Lynn carved into its bow. Rare birds flock together to sing Francoise Hardy as soul hits. A sunset of blips and bleeps fills the air. I tried and tried and could not stop the bleeding. Beauty is necessary for survival.)
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ONE DAY IN THA YOUTH LESSON
Curpeter, down to the east side,
2 get his self a piece.
Little J behind tha bodega got his price.
Sold him that and a bag of ice. Curpeter leaves.
Bustin' back home, on the bus. Cop trailed him.
Empties his pockets of ice
But fuzz misses tha gun.
Curpeter can end it now
While the cop is on he walkie-talkie.
Choices to make, lives at stake.
Does he take them both down?
Too late; tha bus hits a wino.
Curpeter dashes the hell away.
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If you did not notice, Curpeter be all like a modern day Beowolf, all.
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