Sunday, May 19, 2013
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF
I pay my art so well, it massacres fill-ins.
Yeah, all you twenty-something hotties comprehend
Deaths of notable animals is esophageal cancer.
From Leopardi comes a remedial no man's land.
From Peret comes mayonnaise ice ages.
Biological lifeforms wage sages too slow to load.
I swell my roots to reveal the twin beneath my skull:
Bohemia and bad sex and worse TV.
He bowls half a porcupine lip in my half-grave.
About me, there's not much to say.
I move through the world with an unearthly freedom from attachment
While belonging to the profound process of change.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Not only is my friend Gary J. Shipley a brilliant & prolific writer, he's also a highly-skilled draftsman. An assortment of Shipley's visual buzzings called SHROUDS has just been published by the essential Asemic Editions organized by the equally vital Tim Gaze. Egads! Enough of this cocksucking. Buy the book here.