It’s noon as I walk back from the market with my groceries just now. At a store a block from where I live a man lies unconscious on the floor after having just tried to rob the place, as the flustered cashier explains to the two police officers that enter with guns drawn. Once home […]Read more "ATTEMPT"
The spiritualization of art incited the rancor of the excluded and spawned consumer art as a genre, while conversely antipathy toward consumer art compelled artists to ever more reckless spiritualization. (p. 13) I look at my hand. Veins climb my arm. I dream of a painting of an airplane. Hailstorm for lunch. To the extent […]Read more "INTERSTITIAL"
“/…/ the word can do anything. It’s a two edged sword. /…/ The word is visible and the word is invisible”. – Lee “Scratch” Perry (The Upsetter: The Life and Music of Lee Scratch Perry, 2008) Only the sharp blade can heal. Through the tamales recording, helped by a siren and the sound of a […]Read more "WEAVING"
An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. – Andrei Tarkovsky There is a FPS based on a movie by Tarkovsky that I have never played. Can we get one based on any of Antonioni’s […]Read more "INDEFINITE MEANS"
The day before yesterday: It had been three days. We slept for a while. Yesterday: We watched a movie about skating and the fiction(s) of a reality, ending in spitting blood, the body expelling stories. It’s sad and fun. Later I sat looking at an empty bed. I listened to “Watering a Flower” from 1984 […]Read more "TALES"
The sun an immense blood red disc almost lying down between the buildings heralds silence. Warm winds carry night towards us. The cosmic roles written on sundry parchments Tinted with fire Blue vibrations of pulsating flame Energies…force dimensions Abstract planes of sight and sound. (Energies Sun Ra, 1972) I have spent some years talking about […]Read more "SEAMS"
A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic lying on the analyst’s couch. (Deleuze and Guattari, 1972). It’s Friday evening. I’m in for a lonely weekend. I take a walk. It’s humid and I don’t get far before I start to sweat. Waiting for the light to change at a […]Read more "PARTICULAR TRACING"