Saturday, December 28, 2013

December 28th, 2013. F.

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26 each for 5




all I attract are drug dealers and Thin Lizzy fade outs


Friday, August 30, 2013

3 O'clock

The purgatory of the day
the time in which is neither here nor there
and if we didn't have a sense of time
we might not pay so much attention to you
be so hard on you
but with such a middle set sun
gleaming a light of "what to do"
thick syrup tungsten light
I'm sick on you

The stomach ache of too early and too late
when 3'Oclock comes round
I want to leave this town
when 3'Oclock comes round ill faces comes to town
poor 3'Oclock you makes us feel down

3'Oclock your face needs a lift
your time needs a good kick
you gotta move on
keep on keepin on
get some appeal
no loitering here

maybe some long satin gloves on those arms of yours
something to jazz up
that daunting short, three chimed tune, you jig
the  anticipation kicks in everyday just shortly after 2
your  bittersweet
dear 3'Oclock

its not you...


Friday, August 23, 2013

Sad Palette

wilted lavender
potential muguet

ritalin yellow
eclipsed by the moon

dusty blue
moth eroded grey
wet white
over watered green

un shaven setting sun

Rules for Actors

listen to the sound of a record playing before the song starts

and the frapping sounds of bad speakers interrupting your favourite song

listen to the sound of magazine pages ripping out of a magazine

feel the act of gluing

and the sound of scissors cutting

the way a pencil writes words and drags across a page

lead slowly dulling word after word

listen to the murmur of people talking and laughing down the hall in a foreign language

while you sit in your room alone

not more ways then one

listen to the sound of the church bells outside of the window

the sound of distant traffic not to loud but still there

listen to the sound of counting small change on the floor

listen to the sound of a clock ticking ( a minute never felt so long)

listen to the sound of water running through the heaters

they sound like they are working but you are still cold

the crackle of fire and wax from burning out candles

listen to the rhythm of a needle and thread repairing torn clothes

listen to the sound of a stack of books falling as you kick them over in the dim light

on your way to the bathroom

watch Marc Bolan and Ringo Starrs behind the scenes of "Born to Boogie" 1972,

* note this kind of friendship, look at how Ringo sits back on the car proudly as his friend leaps

across the frame so laissez-faire

watch Henry Millers "Bathroom Monologues" note how the clutter of images in his bathroom

are still able to maintain an individual existence even though they communally exist in small

spacial chaos

notice how the breath despite

think about relationships

Fall asleep to the film recordings of Jiddu Krishnamurti any recording

and the next day Chopin Nocturnes No.11

and the rest of the album from that point on

play it out

alternate night after night for a week

think about the significance of the man with an eye patch at the last scene of

"The American Friend" (Wim Wenders)

write out your thoughts

study the female protagonist from "Zabriskie Point"

her long hair

wide eyes

tanned skin


innocent rebellion and willingness

then think about how people say "they can't"

watch Gregory Corso's excerpt from "Fried Shoes Cooked Diamonds"

look at how he has the crowds attention with a t-shirt wrapped around his head

in a dried up field (everything is possible)

Write a letter to someone dear to you from your room

send it

wait the appropriate time for arrival and then picture the moment of surprise that it brings

to the person who receives it at that very (assumed) moment

happy//sad//angry//etc etc

make yourself lonely for a week and then a week later make yourself feel socially overstimulated

for a week

describe the colour palette of both experiences

feel like you have nothing

and then figure out how to make nothing


 take notes.


Thursday, August 22, 2013

Portrait of a Stolen Dress

a parallel between necessity and rush

the quiet bashful beauty of want

the violence of need

Palette 222

Swans Down U1-30
Wild Rasin C2-50
Lazy Daisy K1-100
Wispy Peach H1-10
Bitter Briar B3-30
Kenya Tan J2-100
Bellefontaine S2-100
East Wind A1-30

June 3rd 2013


sit right
sit tight
trust that the train is on the right track
direction solitude
direction make life better for you
namaste/amen/horoscopes/prayer rugs/big hugs/saunas and acrobats/ brush shoulders with the old trapeze dream
which ever suites you
which ever helps you on your way
gotta be happy
gotta get it right
do good
feel good
don't slouch
or pout
don't let your heart
take you out
be generous
a good friend
don't walk to far into the wild
nor to close the mild

think these thoughts thoughtfully in your seat on the number 14
direction Ernst May Platz
en route
direction hard times for others
directions alcoholics sitting in the sun like lizards
at the Haltstelle

three men sittin on the pavement
lookin kinda rotten
lookin kinda grim
but lookin kinda patient
I kinda look at him
he kinda looks at me

he's still young under the sun
under leather skin
I don't feel that good these days
I wonder how he feels
and then just at that moment
tungsten sun blazing bright in his crystal blue eyes
the only thing clear to me this day
his eyes

he stood up
while looking away
moved gracefully up to the window
somewhat handsomely behind years of waste
looked in my face
and kissed the glass between my lips and his
only the train glass stood between us
isn't that always the way

he then sat back down on the pavement with a subtle nod
and a soft corner smile
and then he looked away
gently as my train carried on direction setting sun

I smiled
I gleamed
I blushed
I felt ease
who are we
to know who's who
whats what
or how one has become any different then when we begun


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

May 1st 2013

Underdeveloped peroxide on long strands of teenage hair
a skinny male body that hangs the clothes of history
tail fin quilted cloak
black sailor pant cordouroys
steal toe lace up boots that have facilitated the eras

A long slim jaundice face with light red circles underneath his eyes
made the green in his iris more present

he felt the man
in a provincial secluded landscape
he said "man"
when others just didn't know when to...

Krems. Austria


Sunday, March 10, 2013

March 10th evening 2013.

New colour: Red finelay

March 10th, 2013

Chopin: Nocturnes

Nocturne No.11 in G minor


March 9th 2013 The Schleisi Hotel

Odetta sings, "...sometimes I'm in the mood"

we, teenage lay amongst a tiger and leopard print almost velvet duvey

write poetry and get mad at ourselves for not doing what we wanted to do.

Odetta, "...Poppa did you bring me silver, Poppa did you bring me gold" 

I didnt bring no silver, I didn't bring no gold


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

January 14, 2013
Frankfurt am Main
Red light district

Simple vinyl sign


A clear uninterrupted pane of glass about 2.5meters x 2meters exposes the reception area
and the young girl working the front desk.

As I walk by she just stares out of the window
and I lock eyes with her week old black smudged eyeliner
she has an aura of chocolate brown frayed and forgotten hair.

I walk around the block and pass by once more, not because of her,
but because I secretly want her job.

This time she is reclined in the glass vitrine gazing up to a mounted T.V
... the hypercolour of The Simpsons shines on.

January 14, 2013
Frankfurt am Main

Dapper man has got it right
in a charcoal suit and a black cashmere scarf
until the eyes scroll down
only to be presented with
a thick white tube sock
tucked in
a thin soft leather

camel brown
bankers town


January 12, 2013.
Frankfurt am Main

He had a blonde splintery face, doughnut hole eyes, pig like nostrils and where there wasn't skin exposed there was leather and fabrics from the battlefield.
leather  cow boy hat
leather pant with a criss cross tie detail all the way down the outer side of each leg
black scuffed leather army boots cohesive with his timeless army green weighted coat.
The Silver Earring.
The silver earring hung centered between the bottom of his left ear lobe and the top of his shoulder.
The perfect mandala
a silver circle
with triangular patterns engraved, one inside the other
a turquoise stone centered
and a speck of red within its peripheries
"SCHNAPPS!" he says.

To the left a scuffed treble clef of laughter
old plaid man shimmying up the que
his almost bald head protected by an optimistic paper boy hat
freyed aged particles of hair secured by his neck up to the cusp of his scalp, some white, some still black
his head is pitched up at a 45 degree angle
as he cackles an aged sense of joy
scuffling his feet on the linoleum floor
tucked under his right arm
a 26 of cheap Russian vodka
he echos

Two behind is a dusty frau
in shades of charcoal
her head bows down to her change purse
in the corner of her right eye a perfect tear drop
...of white paint

Over the line reaches a chubby arm
(a dry mullet forms a horizon line)
she blindly  reaches over the que and confidently grabs a box of Feiges Früchtchen
the whole box
clang clang

Directly behind a classic mens sweater in tones of deep burgundy, muddled wedge-wood blue, soft black and flecks of mustard yellow knit.
His sunken nervous eyes shed optimism in all of his disbelief
his skinny slacks prop him up as he confides in a simple bag of lettuce and a bottle of cheap merlot
a post-Cohen apocalypse.