Oh What

Oh what I have never
told
you in
person I
hope I have just
shown
you in verse.

No Service

No service. No assistance. No help. No love. It was the future. The future just as planned. All so suddenly. Yesterday for sale. Improved input technology. The way manufactured no longer by God. The new American way from before. The named memory. The hairless now. Totally exposed.. euphoria.

She was a practical girl

She was a practical girl who liked pretty tools. I was a temporary drunk on a one time bender. Only so much use for a bent tool. I hammered out the rest of my days in dulled sobriety. She went to the toolbox for something shiny and new. We met once again on a movie set. They were ruining my most important script. She was arm in arm with the star. He sure butchered what was left of my lines. I cashed in on the box office. Started drinking for real. That's how I ended up back in Hollywood. Rich as the finest gem in a plaster setting. Alone as the last of a breed of naive Americans. Sipping something extraordinary with which I flooded Mulholland Drive, flowing through every canyon road, down to the valley on one side, onto Sunset on the other, spreading, rolling, until every street in the city limits was a distributary of a river of elixir - sharing my meaningless wealth in a mostly destructive but ever so slightly revolutionary way.

DOMA

I met her in a nation
in a coma
I asked her name and in a
purple voice was told:
DOMA
D-O-M-A
DOMA

Now I ain't dumb
so I do understand
the lay of your life
can get screwed by
the hand of The Man
even after DOMA
Watch out, even
After DOMA

Cheering Queers kissed on the mouth!
I tanned and tried voting in the South!
I got down on my knee!
I showed my voter ID

Some even asked of my literacy

It’s 5 to 4
and it ain’t going to be any more
as long the country’s the way
it’s been long before
before DOMA

Now I ain’t the land’s most flag-waving man
but I know what I am, I’m an American
unlike DOMA
D-O-decades-after-A
DOMA

D’oh
D’oh
D’oh
D’oh
DOMA

So, duh

I am running out of ways to say how you killed me. But the bench where I first took your picture; the tree you hugged; the train stations: they all say it to me. Maybe if it keeps raining I’ll surface; I ain’t buried so deep. But it seems it never rains quite hard enough to unleash my filthy corpse.

Could this be what happens when I don't have a Coca-Cola™ for over a year?
Left for dead
as a traitor to America™?

No, that ain't it. I am just
trying to change
the subject.

Rescued from

Rescued from the storm
By a coven of knitters
on Lincoln.
Still, was all wet
already.

The head knitter
then recognized me as
fellow who saw her other day
in abandoned shelter
on Lincoln where I had said to her
-There used to be a bus here…
and we again discussed
fruitless community attempts to save the bus.

I need further rescue
of the kind
I'll never find
On this street again.

academinotes {2011}

I might make a bad viual arts teacher- because I’m over painting’s fundamnetal flaw of tiime  and quickly finished in museums. urn

barbr krgr
cindy shrmn - because of prfrmtv aspect, though i hate her inclusion
yoko ono - bcus she does all

bill viola
komar and melamid
jeff koons because he’s a joke

my favorite visual artists are friends of mine

i'm too enamored of art to fixate on culture. context is king only for art that is somewhat lacking

i like the idea of getting it all wrong viewing art and still getting a lot out of it, by being active viewer

"That was all new to cinema, but as none of us really knew how to do any different, it didn't feel like a risk." - Raoul Coutard

i'm impressed by cave drawing, by lady gaga's shoes, by the arrow in the fedex logo

i don’t see distinction between hi & lo art, just intense or weak art. weak art bores me

i just as soon look at a hipgnosis album cover or an impressive menu than almost any painting made before the 19th century
i like how doucet abandoned her art
one of my favortie visual artists ever is a comic book artist. he;s bold & inventive. that;s rare

  i like kirby bettr than lichstn & bttr than the hollywood rapists
hollywood the most popular intrdsplnry art
i see in my job what art mostly is- it’s total compromise if you want to live off it.  But hollywood does occasionally merge art with profit. It’s also hype. The poster I’ve been working on for hot book blockbuster has ‘leaked’ online, is it a real leak? is it just hype? Aren’t the great artists of the past hype? at least some of them? did they have good PR?
only diversity I care about is divrsty of individual
we’re not taking about reality; we’re talking about art
I don't have interest in art that is identified by its racial or gender afiliation. i think it’s prosaic inherently, and not poetic. dntbelieve in racial / gender pride- it's no more deserverd than shame
it's missplaced like positive stereotypes

mockery as child did not cause me to feel I should be proud of myanymore than I should be while knowing I shouldnt be ashamed

should not feel pride of language & democracy and the trojan horse, anymore than shame in their disastrous military coup in cyprus.  every generation is new and while the past is important,and nothing is original , nothing is as special as the fantasy of uniqueness in the arts

what classes are these exactly, anyway?  my real emphasis as artist is a performer, and how the visual supports that,  from my face on outward

I think painting is an urn full of yesterday. unfortunately more like the inside of the urn, not even the outside, and shows you no glimpse of life. stuck in time.  because time & the moment are the greatest thing in art.  I don't want to read a novel because the world may end before i'm done. this is a fast world. I want succint art that gets to me yet allows for more inspection if I have time. yet I still wanna watch the empire state building for eight hours if i ever get the chance because t hat will halt time , abuse it even. but painting doesn't readily allow for maniuplation of time. yet video art is ugly, if you can see the screen. installations can do it

there's some graffitti of warhol, too.

there's beutfl mntns & an empty billboard outside my window on world famous Sunset Blvd, for days now. this is unheard of.  they always are in use. instead it's actually wrapped in white canvas. I want to keep it that way. you might think i'd want to go out there and cover it with my own work, or encourage students to cover it with theirs. But, this world is full of visual clutter, and I wouldn't want any so-called artist putting up art there unless it was hot.  I'd rather have more advertising that I can easily ignore, I don't want art that I can ignore. All we have time for in my view is art that blows yer mind -hi, low, visual, American, foreign- there's some innate element that makes art good or bad, other details be damned.  I know it when I see it, even if I don't understand it.  Knowing whether art is good or bad is better than understanding it. A guy I knew could play the horn, and he thought Kenny G was better than Coltrane. I can't play the horn, but I sure know better than that. I don't know how to pass this 'eye' of mine onto students, if you're interested in giving me a shot that will be my prime objective.