“can you hear me in the back?”
SPEED VERSUS THE ANTI-CRUISE featuring: timothy “speed” levitch, the anti-cruise (materials: acrylics, how the communists took over america – a mccarthyist pulp novel from the fifties, one transparency, krazy glue, rubber cement, matte varnish, plastic sealant) CAVEAT: this painting really works best if you’ve seen the cruise and think it’s tragic and fantastic. also, i [...]
Read Moretextual fantasies
(because no one liked reading about spiritual anti-climacterics) TEXTUAL FANTASIES materials: transparencies, acryclic paint, sticked glue, plastic sealant, and a lesbian pulp novel (cheon of weltanland: book one, the four wishes. charlotte stone, published by DAW books.) i made this while (excitedly) anticipating watching the documentary Derrida, so read as much into this, the tidiest [...]
Read Moreso jesus says relax
a true story for joe and frank pierno he walked his first round of new friends home, painters on the nine to five, and found himself back at the mix tape jukebox bar. the siren call of unfamiliar electroclash was enough to make him forget that he wanted to wake up for the early morning [...]
Read MoreUncle (cont.)
The bus was crowded and I took my seat up front near Ms. Hayes, the busdriver. She said hello, and shut the door behind me with a hissing thud. I felt the first ball of paper hit me a few seconds after that. It was to be expected and unless one ricocheted into Ms. Hayes, [...]
Read Morea man named manbeer, and lagniappe.
“the cruise is an understanding that living is the art of crafting moments and at the end of the day each one of us has an art gallery of moments we created in an ongoing collaboration” – timothy “speed” levitch i finally bought myself a birthday present, the cruise (1998), since i can’t stop talking [...]
Read Moreautomaton 1.0
okay folks, there it’s done. but unfortunately, it’s not. i’ve published myself a copy of this not-as-mammoth-as-milk book weighing in a 296pgs. i expect to see it sometime next week for some hard copy revisions. that’ll take about two more days or so to do and then, whamo! i’ll have it up on lulu at [...]
Read Morenick is born from bloody thighs, triumphant!
dedications: thanks to everyone who called last night between 11.30 and 4.00 AM to wish me happy birthday! there’s only so much midi-jammed “pretty in pink” i can handle, so i had to turn off my phone at around midnight — also i had a head cold yesterday and was all doped up — but [...]
Read Morethe boy named Uncle (another alternate drafting)
I tore up the rocks and the shells with the toes of my ragged converse dragging them to the bus stop I hadn’t any plans of making it to. But daddy was on the porch watching and sipping his morning amber. Watching me go all the way to the bus stop and not skip out [...]
Read More“they were terrible, they were fantastic”
THIS IS MY FIST! SHOW REVIEW photos of my niece interspersed BEGINNING: it started as a joke, bat and i not being punk rock anymore. i don’t know at what point it stopped being funny, our being too fey in our fitted pants to feel at home in the box car milieu that birthed us. [...]
Read MoreNeglect is harsh…ouch!
Where Im at right now, its been more of a where have I been? I once drank coffee for the pleasure and now I drink it for energy and to fill my growling stomach during break. Time is money, but spent the right way, its freedom. Moving around is hard, but committing is even harder. [...]
Read MoreMy Keychain
My uncle worked at one of those factories that manufactures lucky rabbits feet. He took me on a tour of it one time. There were cages and cages of bunnies, and a guy grabbed one out by the ears and tossed them to my uncle, who then cut their feet off. It was cheaper and [...]
Read Morea mighty honor as thomocracy spreads across the globe
much thanks to amy for the invite. i think it’ll take some time to get the hang of this place. it’s so classy and seriously organized, unlike the other websites i usually find myself interacting with. so, lucky you, that i won’t go hogwild with the posting for quite some time. maybe. anyway, i’m totally [...]
Read More… and mexico can fucking wait
except for having jobs — were still working on that — bat and i are feeling increasingly comfortable in brooklyn. the apartment is looking fine, the cats are happy, and weve been riding bikes all over town. yesterday evening we walked to the promenade with some forties of olde english then crossed the brooklyn bridge [...]
Read Morehow auspicious!
one last post before the internet is snipped: i just got a call informing me that i won Chansky’s raffle for a sam adams bicycle. it pays to drink malt liquor & care about sick kids. i dunno if this means i’m statistically out of good luck now, or on a roll. only time will [...]
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