I write

December 29, 2008 at 02:01 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Gulls over seas of concrete
above which quick-moving clouds
hint at the weather to come.

I drop my mechanical pencil above a subway grate
and I’ve never felt so alive when it
lands resting above the precipice of possible ill fate.

Last night I dreamt of flying without wings.

It seems that every poison that I
find is in the food of airplane
where of course I refuse to eat
but when I share my hospitality with
I will be soaring
through such heights
that the expanse beneath me
will surely hold a thousand
holocausts and Darfours.

Everything I’ve lost I’ve willingly
given away.
In my life all of the bad luck
is just another name for the choices I’ve made.

It takes a commitment to living
to get to an age when
you can see your long ago self
in a youthful form…
save for these lepers and their
fate that steals from them
the reference that one’s body
holds inside.

We breathe into these bottles seal them up
and call them faith
slowly sifting through their contents
when the air inside our
lungs goes thin from adversity.

Should I become lost it will
only be from this lack of where I
and so much so that
my path is one without grass
amidst this ocean we call life
above which seagulls do not fly
and within which rising tides
do not reside.

I do what I want

December 11, 2008 at 18:39 | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

These days, I write in this thing pretty rarely.

Here are three recent works in text that have accompanying drawings, but I don’t have my muthafuckin scanner, so here they are nothing but text:

I saw a man throw a piece of trash on the ground. As I was walking towards him I felt the urge to tell him, “Good use of the trash can.” When I walked closer to him I saw that he had a tear tattooed on his right cheek, and that urge dissipated.

I saw a woman eating at Whole Foods. She was also feeding her baby at the same time.

[fucking human garbage that I wanted to tell how dumb she was, but instead I wrote this]”And then some dude came in and started playing the piano, and, like, I just wanted to lay down and go to sleep.” “And, like that really made me upset. That’s why I’m so upset.”[/fucking human garbage that I wanted to tell how dumb she was, but instead I wrote this]

This is a conceptual piece about desire, and objectifying subjective things:

1.) Wait until you want to eat some kind of sweet treat that you don’t normally indulge in.
2.) Plan to eat it, and go about buying or making it.
3.) Don’t eat it, just put it in a big jar.

I was in Miami for the first 1.5 weeks of the month of December. My time there was so loaded with reunion, stimulation, laughter, learning, growth, joy, and flat out fun that it changed my impression of this year. In fact I will now make an extreme statement: my life can be measured as before and after that 1.5 weeks.

Today I got a last minute email invitation to come and sit in on a class where Tony Conrad would be speaking. My minimalist bells went off, and I was there. 2 great parts:

Right before I left he talked about how community flourishes when representations of it are fed back into it.

His response to this question, “When you were part of Theatre for Eternal Music did you all realize that you were part of a distinct element of musical history, or did it just seem like you were doing what you do?”

This question has been burning inside of me for ages. When you’re in the midst of creating history as an artist do you realize it, and if so how does it manifest?His response:

“We knew that what we were doing was different from everything else, and we loved it.”

I’m working on a series of three short compositions for a Citizen Scholar video project. I’ll post the finished versions to the enunpau blog when they’re all done. I have this Billy cobham record with some breaks on it, but the motherfucker is all staticced out, despite the fact that it appears to be in decent shape. I gotta clean that thing.

I’ve been reciting this line from an otherwise non-existent rap for the last few months:

I can’t get with it cause I’ve been with it/ and if you wanna try and test then I can end the shit

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