Wednesday, March 24, 2021

I commute with my wife

I am a passenger. I stare out the window in slow moving traffic awaiting our turn to pass over the bridge. I look out the window and down Avilles St. Cobble bricks cradled between coquina buildings. I imagine in the future, if not already, this sightseeing town of 500 years has developed a special kind of apparition. A ghost tourist.

Saturday, January 16, 2021

Pappaeye

 Hemingway dramatized as Robbin Williams Pop Eye 1980 production aesthetics.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

They went to sea in a sieve

Hunter S Thompson Mescalito. I wonder how much of HSTs





writing was about disembodied reality. The kind of reality comprehended by meditation. We are not the collection of experiences . Only the veil of ether like a sheet over a concrescence of phenomena. Focusing on the manic giggles of his mood elevators would lead acolytes and historians astray.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Mark Court Rolls -Royce Coachliner

 

In drawing this portrait I was looking for signs of Mr. Courts skill as a pinstripe specialist. The brightness in his eyes. The creases in his forehead from concentrating. The pulled back ears from a certain level of attention to his own movements? The text is from a youtube clip about the production of Rolls -Royce cars.




Tuesday, September 08, 2020

Expectations

 

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsession gets you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey, you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along 
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to laundry and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed 
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room 
Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right 

Hey, you've been used
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

And you cool and you know
You're a star and you'll go far
Listen to me as a friend
Not just a boy who play guitar
You're on top of the world again


Friday, March 06, 2020

Poetry in Motion

Blinded me with Science
Pegasus myth. How he struck the ground and a poetry inspiring spring sprung....boing. Now the winged horse is the syymbol for poetry.


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St. Augustine, Florida, United States
I spill ink ,it collects here.