Bestrewing mild oaths with utmost honesty
not utter for milk light cheese poor cup
ornate ochre oat
iniquity forced at large
upon honorable vice
values within the aboriginal talls
members toward reach cracked prayer man
who imbrue blue the hammers of sound
determining westward while east broad
footed among the white blue clayed browns ranked and cranked
unreliable and banked sleep
the hymnist’s third choice
bearded with traps net abject blacks
in solemn resonance deep o satyr chorus forests
this is for the boys with disgusting teeth.
i the inflammation, sharded like you. where’s our strength?
those dreams will not stop
But those deep black songs, those cracked round shards
pinkfully foretaste porous picking and documentation of each little fucking hole.
They have pictures for after and rays for before
Once riches strike down o how great to afford
some sawed off white nubs built poised up
shiny and strong bite hard with no dither
no fear of crumbled shards sandy curves, no titter
dribble V
base 2
dribble IV
bark
dribble III
base
dribble II
spirit ball
dribble I
hands
Hunters
want one?
Our Philosophy
beeswax, papers, oda shit
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5 comments:
I really like your material.
And I was about to post a comment on a poem earlier (then my power/internet went out), one that started out talking about covering your feet with a blanket after becoming full from reading.
I was gonna say how it started out pretty bad, but as soon as the word "worshiped" took its own line, the poem began to write itself.
Your writing feels like it would weld with your paintings very easily. You may want to consider mixing media.
PS- Bookmaking is fun, and there are a few (not great) books at the SAIC library on it. Just read through them. Your books would be fantabular!
heh thanks, that's funny i had a strange urge to delete the ones i saw as poor. i guess the timing was flawless :)
and again thanks for the suggestions. im actually in a Visual Poetry-Text Art class-where we review concrete poetry and such things. and bookmaking has interested me in the past also..
hope your blog can be viewable soon ;)
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But it's a secret diary. Seriously. :D
And I wish I still wanted to major in art so I could take cool classes like that. Lucky!
Me and Brandon beat Super Mario 3 today. HE beat Bowser though, as Luigi!
o shiz son i forgot this was YOU. hah! ya dude i can send you all my notes form booths class, its pretty sick,we has a sub today who was cool.
so far its about:
writing vs speech
looking at text [language] as 'painting'
hearing text [language] as music
speech minus writing [vise versa]
language minus speech
'ideas do not exist independent of the circumstance of that expression [of the idea]'
figurative:
line of body
abstract:
body of line
Damn, Booth is a cool cat. I bet he's still tired all the time because of his daughter... lol. Does he always come into class with Argo tea?
And isn't his laugh outrageous?!
I'm so glad you got into a class of his. I was lucky enough to have him both semesters. :) He started my morning on many days!!
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