| 99 Theses | Michael McClure |
[07 Dec 2009|10:02am] |
1. Man is a carnivore experiencing himself.
2. Man is a mammal.
3. The universe is the messiah.
4. The creature is one being.
5. One being is polytheism.
6. The 27 senses are extrusions of messiah.
7. The senses are gods and goddesses.
8. The mammal & the star are equal.
9. The stars are a gas.
10. The galaxies are a liquid.
11. All life is a meat sculpture freed of time, space & dimension.
12. This society is a cage for the mammal.
13. All creatures of wing, fin, fur, tentacle, protoplasm—are equal.
14. The panda is a peacock.
15. Man is a panda.
16. The salmon is a man.
17. The wolf sings.
18. Carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, sulfur.
19. The star is a sun.
20. Children are free.
21. The body is a child.
22. Theism rejects the messiah.
23. The physiological body is pure spirit.
24. Each self is many selves.
25. The invisible extensions outward are as complex as the visible extensions inward.
26. The sensorium, memories, and genes—are constellations.
27. All constellations are one constellation.
28. Life surges.
29. Extinction is an appearance.
30. The snow leopard is a worm elf.
31. Earth is a snow leopard.
32. Life is topological complexity.
33. Wealth is energy.
34. Electronics devolve from this star.
35. There is not intelligence but intelligences.
36. Cruelty, torture, selfishness, vanity are boring.
37. Each mammal deserves.
38. The sloth and the eagle are equal—men are equal in the same way.
39. There are, and are not, molecules and atoms.
40. Only the selves can domesticate the self-domesticated.
41. Man and the dog are self-domesticated.
42. Men feed wild mustangs to dogs, and whales to cats.
43. The sea urchin is a great philosopher.
44. Plato equals charlie chaplin—jesus is anacreon.
45. Money is funny.
46. The dollar is a collar.
47. Clover is a creature.
48. There is enough water for all who should be.
49. Everything is natural.
50. Reason is beauty.
51. Meat is thought.
52. The greeks were the last to deify the senses.
53. Monotony is madness.
54. The frontier is outside.
55. The frontier is inside.
56. Life begins with coiling-molecules & nebulae.
57. Religion, materialism, politics, progress, technology-are evangelisms.
58. Evangelisms are proliferations of monotony.
59. Revolution is sentiment.
60. Revolt is biological.
61. The light on your fingertips is starlight.
62. Proportion as measurement is falsity.
63. The black man is not the pink man or the yellow—they are mammals.
64. Dread the politico and preacher who can delineate a messiah.
65. Nations are false divisions of continents.
66. Cities are swirls of population.
67. It is natural to drown in cities—it is natural to swim in waves.
68. There is one language—gesture, voice and vibration of body.
69. Youth is clubbed when it rises or opens.
70. The body is elf land.
71. The child is a beast of burden—he is used for war.
72. Life is not rest but action.
73. Light and darkness are arbitrary divisions.
74. The fist is real -- the machine gun, bomb, napalm, are fantasies of communication.
75. Propaganda is narcosis.
76. Population is an addiction.
77. Love can only be made, or invented, with meat.
78. Prisons and courtrooms are monotony.
79. War is one color.
80. The pussy willow, the redwood, the butterfly—are blossoms.
81. Madness is temporary and natural.
82. Where the body is—there are all things.
83. Soul is boring—spirit flies.
84. The cricket is a warrior and a god of music.
85. The falcon is a close and temporary acquaintance.
86. Any sexual group is apparently natural.
87. Cleanliness is undefinable and as natural as filth.
88. Drugs are brief alchemy.
89. Morale is vigor.
90. The young creature is agile.
91. The older creature is strong.
92. Wisdom, memory, imagination, are sensory—constellations of intellective meat.
93. Moderation derives from multiplicity of experience.
94. Now sucks.
95. Past, present, future and dimensions are a field for balance.
96. Luck is a creation of the meat.
97. Luck and meat are divine.
98. The eye and tongue are a field of creatures.
99. Meat is a moving cave in the solid air.
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| Oki-ni |
[07 Dec 2009|03:23pm] |
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http://pourporter.com/2009/12/oki-ni/ http://pourporter.com/?p=3508
On left – Prices for all pieces here
On right – Prices for all pieces here
Quite a few years back British shop, Oki-ni carried womenswear and offered, at the time, a rare selection of cool Japanese denim lines. I even purchased a couple pairs of shoes from them. Then, and I can’t quite remember exactly when (it was a few years ago) they switched completely over to menswear. Let me just say, they’ve only gotten better. Their styling, their selection, and their accessories are all fantastic. I told Brannan, “You should buy all of your clothes from them!” Ha! Their international shipping rates are really reasonable and you can view prices in several different currencies. I’m sure a lot of you have heard of Oki-ni by now, but if not, it’s a must visit
Watch: $485.94; Shoes: $349.42; Scarf: $89.38
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| Anabella of the Woods |
[06 Dec 2009|12:40pm] |
I've been trying to do simpler, cleaner drawings while simultaneously getting back in the mood of making art.
(please remember that since I've moved to Korea I don not have a scanner anymore and therefore have to resort to taking pictures of my artwork. It's definitely not the best quality and the colors are slightly different too...)
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| October | Don Marquis |
[05 Dec 2009|08:50pm] |
Cease to call him sad and sober,
Merriest of months, October!
Patron of the bursting bins,
Reveller in wayside inns,
I can nowhere find a trace
Of the pensive in his face;
There is mingled wit and folly,
But the madcap lacks the grace
Of a thoughtful melancholy.
Spendthrift of the seasons' gold,
How he flings and scatters out
Treasure filched from summer-time!—
( Read more... )
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[06 Dec 2009|10:05am] |
As the wild geese go south
and the world falls asleep
I wake up slowly from my heated slumber.
I let the cold touch my toes and my knees
I shiver in the morning light
I curl up. I stretch out.
My lungs fill with icy air.
As the animals hide beneath the earth
I thread upon it.
I've never been more awake then when
the snow falls
and silence cover the world.
(winter 2008)
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click on pictures for credit.
( it's a winter wonderland )
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| Like the Forgetfulness or the Prison of Words - Kent Shaw |
[05 Dec 2009|12:56pm] |
I remember the spring when there were only
two days,
one they called promise, the other was compromise:
"I will" and "I won't ever again." You were the robin
who waits
at my window, the spring is a sullen equation,
& inside
there are the day lilies I dote on as though
they were to be
my last vestige of a wet season.
I would rather be the budding leaf on a pear tree.
A memory set loose from what once was forgotten,
it is the way we consider what we inauspiciously
refer to
as our future. One day we will be standing
together.
I will watch the rain blow over the street. You
will have told me nothing, & it is only the warming
radiator
that can explain what we will expect or come
to know
as spring - our faith shaken comme l'oubli ou les
oubliettes des mots.
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| Slow Leak // Ellen Doré Watson |
[05 Dec 2009|01:54pm] |
I don't know how to wish you well.
Your hair is out of control, you are downgraded and strange.
You used to be the man who whopped open his chest,
wandered on a happy shoestring, made a nearly
perfect girl. Times we were electric.
Our talks teased out newness, mixed surprising
pigment. Our battles were not over ground
that mattered, so we walked away from them
with invisible limps, beautiful sticks
with no blood. Thinking ourselves
a perfect fit, we began to forget each other.
The way the roots of a perfect lawn watered too much
get lazy. You thought you should not
have to ask. I thought my private fizzings
and stirrings weightless, but you got sapped.
Your secret began as a scar and turned
to a decision flavored with payback.
The size of my thirst, your silence!
Between us now is the continent we didn't
finish, and one person's regret.
Because you have none, this is what I will never
tell you: I took too many days off
from loving you. And: I thought we could both
get larger. And: Neither of us was the right one
to unlock the other's body. My iron lung
of a father has become soft tissue,
joshing and washing the woman not quite still
my mother—a long tack in a small, hand-made boat.
You and I were so full of beans and promise—
I'm ashamed we failed at forever.
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[05 Dec 2009|01:11pm] |
It has been snowing steadily since I took this five hours ago. Hopefully the lighting is good tomorrow and we can see how it snowed over the course of 24 hours? I'm not entirely sure that this snow will stay, but there is a good chance - it hasn't been above freezing for several days. :)
my start-of-winter photostream
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| Nick and the Candlestick/ Sylvia Plath |
[05 Dec 2009|01:18am] |
Nick and the Candlestick
I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears
The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs
Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.
Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,
Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish—
Christ! They are panes of ice,
A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking
Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,
Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses.
With soft rugs—
The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,
Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,
You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.
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| Neutral Tones // Thomas Hardy |
[04 Dec 2009|07:19pm] |
Neutral Tones // Thomas Hardy
We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
--They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro--
On which lost the more by our love.
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing....
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.
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[05 Dec 2009|02:32am] |
( It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller )
I think I'll try some different colours next. I'm getting way too fond of brown and asparagus green. Recommend me some new colour schemes? I know there are sites like colourlovers.com, but I'd like to hear your own ideas.
I'm also thinking about doing a collage or two. I've had this one idea for a week or so. But I'm a bit scared how they'll turn out!
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