Saturday, December 28, 2013
December 28th, 2013. F.
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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
perhaps
its not you...
.
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
perhaps
its not you...
.
Friday, August 23, 2013
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 understanding...in 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
curiosity
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
everything
take notes.
.
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 understanding...in 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
curiosity
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
everything
take notes.
.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
June 3rd 2013
NUMBER 14
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
thoughtfully
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
.
NUMBER 14
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
thoughtfully
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
.
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 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
HOTEL MOSEL
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.
.
Frankfurt am Main
Red light district
Simple vinyl sign
HOTEL MOSEL
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 12, 2013.
Frankfurt am Main
Netto
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
Frankfurt am Main
Netto
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
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