A treat due to an abundance of time in the midwest.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind.
Or, better yet- actually take the photographs and post them up!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Move. Moving. Traveling Blues.
Move:
Moving:
Distance as a form of hunger.
On the road you see things-
EAR PWR (Baltimore)
Lockeroom Talk (Chicago)
Neo-Futurists (All Over)
You feed the empty spaces of lost cities and absent lovers
with new plays and dance music.
It is so beautiful to miss something.
It reminds you of your desires.
It reminds you of how to be alive.
Traveling Blues:
Healthcare Reform
Iranian Protests
State- the united ones (in general)
State- of my wallet (in particular)
. I helped print patches for artist's right to free speech in Chicago.
There is only so much space for conversation.
Is this one?
Distance as a form of hunger.
On the road you see things-
EAR PWR (Baltimore)
Lockeroom Talk (Chicago)
Neo-Futurists (All Over)
You feed the empty spaces of lost cities and absent lovers
with new plays and dance music.
It is so beautiful to miss something.
It reminds you of your desires.
It reminds you of how to be alive.
Traveling Blues:
Healthcare Reform
Iranian Protests
State- the united ones (in general)
State- of my wallet (in particular)
. I helped print patches for artist's right to free speech in Chicago.
There is only so much space for conversation.
Is this one?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Riis Beach. Newtown, CT. Roosevelt Island. Queer adventures.
"There is no such thing as autobiography, there is only art and lies."
"'I think therefore I am,' does that mean, 'I feel therefore I'm not?'"
Art and Lies [Jeanette Winterson]
How long does goodbye last?
Does it begin the moment you are aware you are leaving?
Then around 12 years old, when our brains begin to give fruit-
we are waking up saying hello, goodbye
Biology teachers are fond of saying
"you are all dying"
because it's always always always true
My entire life has been a series of goodbye cups of coffee
goodbye fucks
goodbye travels
for-the-heck-of-it-I'm-almost-out drinks
this-is-it days of cut class
Remember that dress?
Wasn't it a what-if-I-die-tomorrow purchase?
And here I am New York-
I'm leaving.
I've Biked 37 miles in one day to your gay topless beach.
It was my goodbye-brooklyn ride.
I had a Because-I-may-never-get-the-chance-again orgy.
I cried about The Pain, the one that seems like The End.
I watched the one last free summer movie on the island
that isn't Manhattan
but part of it. Sat at the tip, body wanting
to jump in the East River- brain knowing better.
goodbye grand central,
ended up needing one last metro north train ride.
one last jaunt into into a state
I'd never visited before.
Goodbye gay Connecticut
with all your mango vodka smoothies, mansions,
and chain smoking. Goodbye backwoods with no sidewalks. Goodbye
lake I swam in even though the sign said not to.
Goodbye room without light. Goodbye Ikea shelves.
Goodbye 24 hour mexican bakery.
Goodbye no gathering on the sidewalk without a permit.
I'm leaving all the rats and sulfur and subway rides
New York, you're the Mount Everest of homes.
Your air is thinner
but the ground
is hardly ever as exciting.
It's time for me to breathe.
I'm dying too fast up here.
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Pictures are proof:
"'I think therefore I am,' does that mean, 'I feel therefore I'm not?'"
Art and Lies [Jeanette Winterson]
How long does goodbye last?
Does it begin the moment you are aware you are leaving?
Then around 12 years old, when our brains begin to give fruit-
we are waking up saying hello, goodbye
Biology teachers are fond of saying
"you are all dying"
because it's always always always true
My entire life has been a series of goodbye cups of coffee
goodbye fucks
goodbye travels
for-the-heck-of-it-I'm-almost-out drinks
this-is-it days of cut class
Remember that dress?
Wasn't it a what-if-I-die-tomorrow purchase?
And here I am New York-
I'm leaving.
I've Biked 37 miles in one day to your gay topless beach.
It was my goodbye-brooklyn ride.
I had a Because-I-may-never-get-the-chance-again orgy.
I cried about The Pain, the one that seems like The End.
I watched the one last free summer movie on the island
that isn't Manhattan
but part of it. Sat at the tip, body wanting
to jump in the East River- brain knowing better.
goodbye grand central,
ended up needing one last metro north train ride.
one last jaunt into into a state
I'd never visited before.
Goodbye gay Connecticut
with all your mango vodka smoothies, mansions,
and chain smoking. Goodbye backwoods with no sidewalks. Goodbye
lake I swam in even though the sign said not to.
Goodbye room without light. Goodbye Ikea shelves.
Goodbye 24 hour mexican bakery.
Goodbye no gathering on the sidewalk without a permit.
I'm leaving all the rats and sulfur and subway rides
New York, you're the Mount Everest of homes.
Your air is thinner
but the ground
is hardly ever as exciting.
It's time for me to breathe.
I'm dying too fast up here.
------------------------------------------------
Pictures are proof:
Monday, August 3, 2009
Lowbrow Art.
More specifically, my lowbrow art. From the lowbrow show.
Here's a piece called "Photos I took and wish I had taken"
I paper-clipped my Polaroids to a window screen, and carey drew scenes I described to her on ones that had accidentally gone off in my bag.
This piece is called "Vanity"
PS. Us Lowbrow denizens have some rather fancy plans up our sleeves. Stay tuned.
Here's a piece called "Photos I took and wish I had taken"
I paper-clipped my Polaroids to a window screen, and carey drew scenes I described to her on ones that had accidentally gone off in my bag.
This piece is called "Vanity"
PS. Us Lowbrow denizens have some rather fancy plans up our sleeves. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
PEX. Philadelphia Experiment Summer Festival.
Hell, if it's an apocalypse, I'm killing myself right now she said. I believed her.
Maybe it was the mushrooms or that it was the fourth of july but it seemed possible. It must have been the apocalypse. Or a firecracker gone awry.
But it wasn't. It was magic. I mean, isn't every comet like god's small magic trick. All oohs and ahhhs? When he was 5 years old he'd seen a comet, tail fizzing out and sky all lit up. Every shooting star since was a letdown.
Here we are, three misfits in glitter and neon. In the middle of the woods. Running towards a pool and away from the fire spinners and this beauty comes out and we catch it.
I felt like the karate kid catching the goddamn fly with the chopsticks on the first try. Beginners luck. If you only live once, it's a good thing to have.
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Fourth of July outfits and eyes that aren't properly focused.
Sometimes, you and the DJ (Nigel Richards) feel like dance partners that don't touch.
You know you are beautiful when your face matches the dawn.
There are some pictures that have no explanation.
*See above.
This little girl is a far more serious music junkie than you can ever aspire to be.
If I don't hold onto it I might lose it.
If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.
If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.
Maybe it was the mushrooms or that it was the fourth of july but it seemed possible. It must have been the apocalypse. Or a firecracker gone awry.
But it wasn't. It was magic. I mean, isn't every comet like god's small magic trick. All oohs and ahhhs? When he was 5 years old he'd seen a comet, tail fizzing out and sky all lit up. Every shooting star since was a letdown.
Here we are, three misfits in glitter and neon. In the middle of the woods. Running towards a pool and away from the fire spinners and this beauty comes out and we catch it.
I felt like the karate kid catching the goddamn fly with the chopsticks on the first try. Beginners luck. If you only live once, it's a good thing to have.
------------------------------
Fourth of July outfits and eyes that aren't properly focused.
Sometimes, you and the DJ (Nigel Richards) feel like dance partners that don't touch.
You know you are beautiful when your face matches the dawn.
There are some pictures that have no explanation.
*See above.
The person who blew bubbles on the dance floor while the sun was rising deserves to have some sort of authority in this country.
This little girl is a far more serious music junkie than you can ever aspire to be.
If I don't hold onto it I might lose it.
If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.
If this isn't wierdo love, I don't know what is.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday. Lowbrow Society for the Arts presents: MASHUP!
The Lowbrow Society for the Arts presents:
MASHUP!
A super-fun multimedia art-party celebrating everything remixed, remade, repurposed, collaborated, and collaged.
Come early for the genre-bending art show, featuring works by: DAZE — a graffiti legend famous for painting subways in the cult film "Wildstyle", Sinead McCarthy — a porn blogger and naughty photographer, Nate "Igor" Smith — the guy who captures your drunken moments on DrivenByBoredom.com, Gwynn Galitzer — who uses My Little Pony as social commentary, Lenora Jayne, Evan Rosen, Carey Baldwin, Najva Sol, Anoush Dekhordi, Helen Buyniski, and Ari Goldstein. Be prepared for neon-glitter apocalypses, subverted woodblock prints, handcrafted curiousities, and Photoshop wizardry.
In typical Lowbrow Society fashion, we believe that all good art is a reason to party. Rock out to live music by Rosetta Stoned - an indie hip-hop outfit that recently opened for Peaches, Spiral Beach- "electro art fusion pop/trash/dance punk", and Cloud — a J-dilla-esque MPC beatmaker.
Late night Mashup/Electro/Remix/Dirty Dub DJing by: DJ Tommy D, Action Alex, and 12 Inch Endowment. Be prepared for tag-team turntablism and dancing your pants off.
SUPER CHEAP DRINKS. Performance by Inbred Hybrid Collective. Interactive exquisite corpse drawings. Short film by Irina Sarnetskaya. Face/body painting. Puppetry performance. Superhero armor fashion show by Dr. Adventure. 8-bit music.
Feel free to come dressed in your most remixed and ridiculous finery.
Strip naked all the expectations around "art" and get dirty with the unconventional.
Art show: 7-11
Bands/performances: 10:30-1ish
DJ's: 1ish- late-ish
$5 suggested donation before 11:30
$5 mandatory after 11:30
265 McKibbin St. Unit 210
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Ida-Hoes
Carey: My adorable partner-in-crime looking dashing as she casually leans back and drapes her calf over a bycicle *cough*
Ray's been hopping trains all over the country for ages.
Carey gave her a bowl cut. I thought she was cute.
Ruby Ruby Rose was not only a great band, but the lead singer also fucked a random volunteer from the crowd with a strap-on.
Magpie draws sweet comics for earthfirst and is the glitteriest, gothest, sweetest anarchist I've ever met.
Tom writes beautiful things and was the first person to officially hit on both me AND carey.
This rope drew blood.
Willow is stunning. They shaved their hair just that day and went from 70's gayboy to 2009 babe. Willow was the one who suggested smoking pot out of a day lily.
This is a ghost. I bet you can't guess who.
Jesus was tied up and kept yelling for a blowjob and a cocktail.
Sully and Israel were two of the first people I met. Sully has hawk feathers on his glasses, and scary amounts of energy. Israel likes to talk about sex work and adventure.
This girl wore rad threads and could do flips. Aren't there rules about being too awesome? There should be.
Think 70's softcore gay porn. Love the sleaze.
Devin was wearing a 25 cent wedding dress the night I met him. About 50 fags and Fag-ettes went roller skating at a nearby rink for his birthday and possibly gave the locals quite a shock.
Little Bunny Kai Kai just left the army in May and re-outed himself. He used to be married to a woman. Now he's wondering around the back of freight trains somewhere. His memory is amazing, he can remember every word to any song he's heard more than three times.
Bea and Piper giving a safe sex fisting demo. Piper was literally one of the most jovial people I've ever met, and has a rack that dreams are made of.
Melissa looks like a girl from another era about to hit the town. We gardened together and not only is she an absolute doll, she isn't afraid to wear a neon mumu.
The end. (Israel's end to be exact. It was his greatest Ass-et.)
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