There's nothing like a close up of a child's eyes...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
thick magical liight...
the light was thick and magical down by the rumsey playfield today....a hot humid sexuality infused the atmopshere today....
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I have been there before...
the cool icy dread the flows through your veins when the man comes up to hassle you even though you are doing nothing wrong...the american police state...man come to get you if you don't walk right...we embed the internally the aims of the cultural center...the dictates of business and private property...democracy a sick joke...
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Jack Straw
Jack Straw from witichita cut his buddy down...in the morning light the memories come to me...possessed by the radiated third eye...I sat laughing after the Belmont drinking my cheapies smoking my smokes watching the light descend...a popularity contest, eh?...just like the cable station, just like the chappaqua rag...the circle...inside, outside....alone here now in my imagination...they can not take that away from me...that is within my control...this morning they were fencing off the gorge...that they can take away from...that is outside of my control.....there's nothing I can do about that...I can ignore the sterioid fueled pigs on the street...I can ignore how I have been ignored...jumping jack flash...it's all right now....as a matter of fact it's a gas, gas, gas...the words they pump real...they become feelings...they explode like a de Koooning...they become dancers deep in the woods of my imagination....jumpin jack flash,...it's a gas, gas gas....the smell of summer...the hum of the air conditioner....the idea of design....of being...creation...I was left for dead...I am dead.....I fell down to my feet...but last I looked you were stuck in 2002...sorry about that....gotta keep it moving...it's a gas....
Monday, June 21, 2010
the summer solistice...
salute to the sun today the summer solistice...the last days of the gorge's solitude...progess they call it...like they say bringing democracy to arghanistan...it was just greeley's graduation...but what do they teach up there?....nothing, it's all about social promotion....the kids take no stand against the coporate machine..words, futile...still like to express though...shattered as though I am...my myth, gone...like the wind like the gorge will be...still, in my opinion my expression stonger than ever....the videopoem is on tv at this very moment...patti smith no less...about her book and her expression....so it goes..,
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The girls of summer...
It has been a real pleasure to have Lia and Isabella visit for a few weeks this summer...
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Into the woods...
Into the woods they go...mystery...adventure...possibility...another year passed...how things change and how they stay the same...
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
the magic glows...
the magic glows in the summer after a rain...the mystical nature of the hudson valley explodes in full bloom...as an artist I life my life undercover for moments like this...
Over the weekend.
Over the weekend I saw Dave Kolker and his band at Kenny's Castaway on Bleeker Street in the West Village in Manhattan. They play with a heartfelt energy which makes for a good evening. Dave seems down to earth and put me on the guess list to videotape him. So I left my brother's place in the East Village and walked over. I usually have trepidation going over to that West Village scene. Generally it's too trendy for me but then most of the city has become that for me. The walk, however, was fun. It was a hot sensual night in the village and it was fun looking at all the hot chicks flashing their goods along the street...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial Day...
Memorial Day in the qua...you never know who you will meet...please wave the flag...more war for corporate interests...politics on surface image...Hillary and Bill did a lot to bring havoc on this nation and yet the liberals still love them...we are our brands on our t-shirts and the same is true of our politcs...it was a lovely day though...I went down the hill to capture the parade since I had taken the time to get the fireman's parade...I wanted to achieve a symmetry...part of my photographic is that of the landscape I inhabit...the good, the bad, the ugly...emerson posed the hypothesis we can see beauty in our backyard,,,,I out to see if this is true...I know I alway see something new...
I had a good time at the parade. It wasn't that crowded but it was fun seeing the people marching some people I knew from highschool. As I get older I suppose I am getting a little mellower but I don't think that much. I didn't stay for the speeches. I don't believe in the American war machine. The conflicts we are in now are obscene. The apathy of the citizens even more so. I am getting away from myself, however, as I would rather reside in the aesthetic. To this regard later on I would ride my bike over and up to the Whipoorwhill. Deep in the woods away from the culture I found more unity with myself. The sun was doing its magical show and I had a nice hike through the trails. i went down to Donny's bench which some friends had built in Memorial of him. While on the bench I thought of several freinds that had passed on. People like Bowie, Matt, Chin and others...this is the type of Memorial Day I would rather have not one thinking of war in the interest of the corporate state...democracy?...freedom?...that's laughable...it was when I was a so called radical as it is laughable today...
I had a good time at the parade. It wasn't that crowded but it was fun seeing the people marching some people I knew from highschool. As I get older I suppose I am getting a little mellower but I don't think that much. I didn't stay for the speeches. I don't believe in the American war machine. The conflicts we are in now are obscene. The apathy of the citizens even more so. I am getting away from myself, however, as I would rather reside in the aesthetic. To this regard later on I would ride my bike over and up to the Whipoorwhill. Deep in the woods away from the culture I found more unity with myself. The sun was doing its magical show and I had a nice hike through the trails. i went down to Donny's bench which some friends had built in Memorial of him. While on the bench I thought of several freinds that had passed on. People like Bowie, Matt, Chin and others...this is the type of Memorial Day I would rather have not one thinking of war in the interest of the corporate state...democracy?...freedom?...that's laughable...it was when I was a so called radical as it is laughable today...
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