You said in your letter to write about what I'm painting now. You were maybe sitting in a virtual world taking pictures of your self there at the time. You'd found a room with the ripped wallpaper and the old oriental carpet like my real time room for painting portraits and perhaps your avatar was…
I have a good friend named Earl I feel I owe a little performance or something to for keeping me company and speaking in images so eloquently. This is really a rough performance, he deserves better. Tune by Patty Griffin, performance by Redneckarts. Drawing of earl from a photo series by Zoe Gemelli
photo of Rock by Warren Ahmed Vivian I don't think other artists think as cynically I do in such matters, but I'm a person who believes the dairy queen and macdonald's and ruby's roadhouse and the decorations in the yard are as much culture as is the a.g.o, which means that culture was here before…
Painting becomes repugnant sometimes so I pull back guiltily, socialize, take to the roads. I seek out those I love, I look about, play guitar like a ne'r do well. I clean up the hard drives, ditch redundant files. There's a cafe I like in a little city down the highway. There I can catch…
rodeo in town silver buckles and a turquoise sky and a smoky pickup waiting in line and the ring would be dusty- ah but they'd be hosing her down... too hot too see you and the rodeo's in town. Well the buffalo roam these plains in back of burger vans and dream catchers glitter under…
I wrote the following thing while walking around a university hospital and staying in various nightly rooms, each kind and thoughtful. Wouldn't call it poetry but it stuck with me while I sorted things through. A little dark, but let's give it the light of day. MORPHINE AND ROSES (in two voices) A beauty whose…
Here's a link to a few little paintings from this winter....
Captureland Failed States, captureland, I know them. I go back and forth. I know the constant surprise in loneliness, I know failed states, asymmetrical conflicts, the pattern recognition there is in the detective work white-boarding my own deceit, in positioning the prodigal at the scene, and charting a parallel faithfulness also, a good son’s, no…
Add a foot of snow and replace the romantic old Americana buildings in the video with chain stores and food depots and aluminum siding clad houses and you've got a lot of my town tonight. Found this on youtube last night while shunting around looking for tunes to make my brother learn on guitar by…
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