Ugly Aesthetics

Towers Standing

a towers gaze

Naked Lunch, America.

"Into the Interior: a vast subdivision, antennae of television to

the meaningless sky. In lifeproof houses they hover over the

young, sop up a little of what they shut out. Only the young bring anything in, and they are not young very long. (Through the bars of East St. Louis lies the dead frontier, riverboat days.) Illinois and Missouri, miasma of mound-building peoples, groveling worship of the Food Source, cruel and ugly festivals, dead-end horror of the Centipede God reaches from Moundville to the lunar deserts of coastal Peru.

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting."

Oh Kansas...

I-70 wind farm

like an alien landscape

aero machine figures animated yet oddly immobile

buzzing in passing

The land gently rolls on and on

Constant thoughts of passage; rite of,

act of, architectural,

of the eye in film

a fascination with what needs to be present

in every passage

Liminal Kansas...

the seasons bloody hands, dirt roads
runaway cattle, cheating wife
runaway daughter, constant breeze
95 degree heat, no shade
windmill pumping, extracting, pulling
the order, the sequence, the monotany
the chaos, good sex!
terribly boring sex, god and death
pray for rain, get an abortion
live free, another tractor loan
live off the land, die by the land
what does night hold
what are the dreams, haunting realities
hidden desires, fantasy orgies with black and
puerto rican women, rain
the next harvest, train lines to no where
or every where, train never comes
neither does life, or poetry, or passionate
sexual encounters with a stranger
that taste of love, the death of innocence
abandonment of what learned for whats known
lightning storms and small children, the fields
the horizon and limitless imagination
she does me and I do her, or vice versa
time is running out, but relax and take your time
yet hurry up, but be thoughtful
push the limits and ride this till the very end.

An America?

a few thoughts written some time ago about a dream trip across the states united...

harmony korine, the dark twisted others left behind
felice brothers, new witnesses to the tears, blood and anguish
st. louis arch, the gateway, east to west, good luck?
kansas plains, liminal mental zone
indian massacre, everywhere, always, forever
the miners, ascent, descent, the light of day, is it blinding?
main street, how long is it? does it ever end? at washington?
the steel mills, the heat the hardship, the human spirit is tested daily
the rail yards, the train stations
the hobos, the fringe element. between all worlds, the unknown
a buffalo stampede
detroit, what was could never be, a modern dream extinguished
the performance, our entertainment, the circus, freak show spectacle!
pittsburgh, blackened smoke unbearable air show, to breathe, to choke
route 66, where did it lead
birmingham + selma, the bridge + the king, truest of intellectuals, going about 'the way'

something remembered

pulling from the syringe
content displaced once drawn

empty vessels in passing
first memories between homes

transported at dawns supple light
a woman grasps me tenderly

yet, still one seeks for any meaning

Three Figures whispering in my ear

Cut Up

'John'

















'Washington and Emily'

'John and Louis'

11.19.07 wanderings

A train service has concluded for the evening
bright eyes
closed eyes
filling space
just let ian sing

sara
till tomorrow then
what if tomorrow
time keeps ticking
will i or wont i
now is never

i ran but missed it
two lights look to hit me
take me off this
just let me play

sweet melody contrasted
i got that feeling again
how long has it been

i worry about my friend
may go at any time
stable as unstable
that purple heart sky knows

a look of gratitude on the old womans weathered face
i can hear the trolls music from here
how are they connected
time to move on
leave them behind

not her
every one looks the same
yeah yeah yeah
all the same sounds uniquely repeated

my heart is at a loss
it warns me
i'm here
but for how long

2.25.08

Coming out of the winter months, creates the need to
create and express like no other time. Bottled up for
days on end, whether it at home, at work, or on the steel
demons in which the city moves, the impulse builds.
Soon enough, the sublime smell and barometric conditions of spring
invigorate me as the river flows once again.

waiting for architecture

kind of blue...

the misplaced vitality of the river james

the ghosts pass all around

moments find themselves alone

only the rushing water can reunite us

Passage for a Nude

i find both these photos

hauntingly beautiful when

looked at together.

GREEK TRILOGY #1

FOCUSING ON SILENT LINES

ROMAN DELIGHTS

COWBOYS

thank you film forum

in the past i wondered
why i didnt discover
certain artists for such
a long time, but at some
point i realized why that is.
as much as i look for "things",
"things" are looking for me
simultaneously. it's timing.
"luckely" match point found me,
and introduced a world
parallel to my own.