Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Fighting Book

Many of these pages come from my time spent at the MacDowell Colony and Headlands Center for the Arts.
















First Stanza

First stanza
is something about desire.
Why fear the dreadful words
never meant for a poem.

A yawning accommodates
the souls dirty mark.

In the distance
I see an assembly.
And I know that house quite well-
the dynastic of jumble and maladroit.

The blueprint is love-
whose erection is a creeper-
with rungs made
of evanescent sluices

And night pines
the dominance of grief’s
habitual stair-case. 

And all and all
   and all.

The friendliest vein
of stratum
is a cool and brightless
shattering:

This is not me!
This is not me!
Not what I am!
Not...

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Yucatan Zine

This is an older zine I made with Suzanne Goldenberg during a visit to Mexico.









A quick ipad drawing for a sculpture that I ended up makeing for an oudoor exhibit here in Bushwick.
I wrote this a couple of days ago at my apartment in Brooklyn.

The books
are no longer held
with staples or tape.

Gospel today
fills the soul
like glue
from a Wonder Bread bag.

Like the photography of some vital
motif.
A passing of traitor -
disappearing the early morning
dew.

The gelatin silver print blisters
with foresight.

A reflex assumption.

One perilous lineage
hooked by clairvoyant creations-
only to defecate the denial of truth:

The dying beast is your child,
your demon,
 your God.


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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Saturday, July 5, 2014