thursday's night show...

watched thursdays night show down at Jeff's apartment. Andy, Dave and Danielle showed up. It was entitled "Shine" and was a dedication to Bowie and may the free spirit "shine" on...throughout the show I featured many blends which created some wild crazy color effects. Also we had an oldie but a goodie from the Sprinkle Genies who performed "Springtime" from a show at 169 two years ago.

qua woods set to pigpen rap

in the morning before the stink of american noise...I took walk into the emersonian air digging on his concept of self representative man...it's a heavy rap which he gave back to the harvard school of divinity back in the day...basically, he's arguing for a transcendental experience of life and was protesting against the gross materialism already rampant in american culute...the paterns of light are influenced by the mid hudson river painters with their emphasis on chairoscuro...in the woods at that time you can see amazing shifting patterns of light in a bat of an eye...just as witht he dead with pig at the helm...when he was at his best, he bought out raps which make these gangsta kids look like little babies...

in the bars...

in the bars along Avenue C...when did this become like a frat party. Andy Ras Vegas said about ten years ago...long island japs and jersey bitches crawling mugwumps over the barstools...my grey hair makes it fucked for me even to fuck the hip chicks who pretend to like ideas but dream of a financial analyst to come and swoop them away to the castle of their dreams...

it's a long way from the days of expression of being...many of the people I started the journey out with are dead and roam the globe as spectral ghosts...still, the urge to create still percolates strong within my spirit...I can't help myself...I love the flow of words and resonance of ideas...

in the car outside the 'qua train station drinking ice coffee with indian cigarette listening to hugh hamilton rapped on the injustices of the immigration system...it is a rightous wrap but sends me deeper into depression as no one in Westchester will get this information and it makes me feel that just more alone...

in the garden they read deep poetry...very deep indeed...I taped it for my cable access show, Videopoem, which no one watches...there's no sex on it nor violence or information about how to make money, the only thing that concerns people these days..certianly not bars as I make way in the bars...