Word Junky.

Word Junky

Today’s a strange day for me.

For all the words are bigger.

Bigger Words = Bigger meaning.

-Me.

Bigger is better and biggest is best.

-Burroughs.

And every syllable,  

From every tongue,

That's been filling up in my Cochlea.

Has progressed.

And now adapted,

I'm a walking boom-box machine,

With only myself,

I play the role of the listener.

Without class and without 95.

And my eyes,

They used to scroll through FB,

Like one who sets his gaze on a stream,

Of tepid water.

All the words couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Now the words are coming at me

Better than any kind of lover.

In the fashion of  Koon’s balloons,

Or Holzer’s texts.

Word’s the size of skyscrapers.

It’s all very personal now.

And I finally believe in words again.

Each word is the sum of all parts.

It’s true.

And every part carries meaning.

I do believe so.

If you don’t believe me

Carve this out,

On a tablet of plastic.

And repeat it like a mantra.

“All words carry meaning. And all meaning is good for me.”

Do this for 41 days and 41nights,

Without food, drink

And entertainment

Eventually,

You’ll get what I mean.

And yes, you may use FB,

But only to communicate your experience.

Film Directors' Comics.

Check these out, comics by filmmakers David Lynch, Federico Fellini and Alenjandro Jodorowsky.

David Lynch

Federico Fellini

Alenjandro Jodorowsky

Sleep All Summer.

This is such a delightful song, can't help but post it. This reminds me of the duet between Jeff Tweedy and Feist. Suddenly I'm trying to recall all those other duets I've heard over the span of what I've listened too. From the top of my head, there's Dylan and Baez, The Postal Service, The Fiery Furnaces, Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, will probably post their videos in the future, if I can find them.

Picasso's Birthday Party.

Front

Back

Inside

It was a few months ago in february that I took a trip to Beijing for a regional workshop, part of my training for the Middle Years Program that I'm teaching. There was this little exercise that our workshop coordinator made us do that I thought was really funny. Each of us was assigned to make a little birthday card for an imaginary birthday celebration for Picasso. Slipping into boy scout mode, I made a little strip out of a little card I found in my hotel room. Found out that there's a song by Jonathan Richman about  Picasso being the immaculate charmer he is. Yes, lot's can be said about Picasso, but he did get all the girls didn't he? 

I recall my trip to Beijing with extreme fondness. I Remember Oliver from San Francisco who to me had this imposing physicality about him, he was one of those personalities that you can't rub from your memory, always bouncing around both in movement and in lively, often times funny verbal expression. He's one of the nicest person's I'd ever met, I always have a fondness for imposing personalities that humble themselves. Then there's Kazuko from Osaka, who's presence had a very calming affect on me. Her anxieties about teaching were so honest and everything about her person was so transparent and true, it was strange that she messaged me the day before the disasters took place in her country which also happened to be my birthday. Finally, of all the people I remember fondly, there's Philip from Britain. I remember that he was the biggest surprise for me, his gestures and appearance constantly seemed aloof and battered, as if he'd been through a lot, which I found out to be true, yet he was always encouraging and positive in his outlook, no matter the frustrations he faced. It was wonderful hanging around with complete strangers, artists/teachers like me who had common hang-ups regarding being artists/teachers and sharing the joys about what we do. But best of all, we could share one or two of our own private anxieties because it wasn't said or acknowledged, but we knew that there could be no damage between strangers who would probably never see each other again. It was for only three days, I missed a liu Xiaodong exhibition I really wanted to see and I didn't reach the Great Wall, but I found some commonality. 

Update: 

Here's the band Modern Lovers playing Pablo Picasso.

The Strip I Keep.

I thought of sharing this, ever since I came up with the idea of conceiving this blog. I Keep this in front of my writing space at home, to remind me to be weary of the opinions of others when it comes to making Art, that I have to be mindful that what I'm trying to convey isn't to please any particular audience, but to be as truthful as I can be to the way I see and observe the world around me. I'm starting to find that my Art is meant to give me more than pleasure, there's a certain amount of responsibility that goes with the process of Art making, but there's no political agenda in what I create and I am not making art solely for private gain. There is definitely an agenda going on, but the specifics of the agenda are personal to me. For me, an agenda must never be written like a manifesto, it always fails in that form, for my work, an agenda must remain unspoken for it to be as open as a poem. I don't want to shy away from 'abstract' thoughts, thoughts that are too vast and complicated for most to comprehend but at the same time I'm hoping that the work can be relatable. Anyway, this is the way I have seen the world thus far, a sequence of conflicting polarities that once strung together and worked out, might lead to hidden truths or new pathways.

Torture Horse.

"Friends".