Greg Barnett Daily Mugshot..

Daily Mugshot

Photoshop...

I use photoshop to color correct my photos and to create surrealistic blends...when I was growing up I hung out with painters and always marvelled out their beautiful creations...I was busy making music and writing poetry so I didn't have time to master the art of painting...when photoshop came along it allowed me to express visual ideas that I had in my head...as a history major, I was always reading books about all these great artists and I would just trip out on their views of reality...

Belmont Stakes 2008..

Big Brown broke awkwardly from the rail post and moved to the outside, while Da Tara was hustled to the lead right away by jockey Alan Garcia and angled over to the rail to save ground. Da' Tara set an easy pace of 23.82, 48.30, 1:12.90, and 1:37.96 while as many as 3 lengths ahead of Tale of Ekati who stalked him in second. Big Brown sat third just to the outside of Tale of Ekati. On the far turn, Denis of Cork, who was unhurried back in 6th early, moved to to challenge for the lead, as jockey Kent Desormeaux tapped Big Brown with his left-handed whip asking for the favorite to make his move. However, Big Brown did not respond, dropping back to 8th as Da' Tara continued to lead, opening up a 5 length lead at the 1/4 pole after 10 furlongs in 2:03.21. Desormeaux eased Big Brown through the stretch as Da' Tara easily pulled away from Denis of Cork late to win by 5 1/4 lengths in 2:29.65 over the fast main track. Anak Nakal, who had raced in midpack fourth early, and Ready's Echo, who rallied from eighth, dead-heated for third, 2 3/4 lengths behind Denis of Cork.

Winning jockey Alan Garcia said, "On the back side, he was comfortable and he was playing with his ears and I was so happy by the 5/8 pole, I was looking and thinking I have a shot and when I move my horse to the 1/2 mile pole, he takes off and I said, "Oh, my God, Da' Tara, you can do it."

the people behind Obama...

greg rapping...greg hustling...beatnick entertainment...I like my news this way...just how Grace like getting the rap from Abbie...Jerzi Kosinski said the best place to hide was right out in the open and so it is with Barrack's cabinet the snakes in plain view steal your face right off your head but we like our progessive change over easy lite like a credit card like a cell phone no substance shallow thin same as it was meet the new boss same as the old boss...

Burning House of Love

once you know it was a burning house of love where the dogs ran wild in the woods behind. Now there is a development there. This was when the new money came in. It was the age of Wall Street and all would bend before its will. But once we were young and did not care about such matters. She had golden curly hair and could have conceivably been the smartest girl in the grade. We had sex. We drank. We flipped everyone the bird. The kids today have nothing on us for sheer disrespect of authority. But the time moved on and we fell out of love as such things happen. There are, however, times when I am driving on 133 and I pass Whitlaw Lane and I think of her.

Videopoem Neon God

New York streets distant voices I never gave up on the rock n' roll dream
cold indifferent bodies shuffling by on the avenue of memory
we used to come down on the train when it was known at the central
jorma, patti and others at the Palladium we were young then
and we were going to change the world
as it was so much fun to discover sex and drugs
to go along with the rock n' roll that so saved our souls
down the mean corridors of Bell School
and they indifferent poses of jocks and geeks in
the horiace greeley cafeteria
I never forgot that rock n' roll dream through every
shitty job I had and believe me I had many
as the silver sppon of the qua came to be reamed up my ass
as the cancerous virus unleashed by the suits on madison avenue
and wall street spread through my conciousness
rock n' roll was the only thing to bring me through the storm

Frist day...

First day of 2009....sun streak across velvet white lawn...people lost in the cocoon of memory don't want to see new...image junkie kids mainlined on cell phone junk radiation buzzed brains...alcholic old people paper ripped off by charlatan wizards...posing presidents promising peace lubing up the war machine...very few want to peer below the surface...but I am not here to preach...to instruct or to lead by example...just words strung together...nothing more nothing less...the first day of 2009..