"Her teeth were rotten. There
Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe
Life like water
Into inner ear, imbalance,
Balance, call me
Like a particle,
Article,
Read...)
***
Good weekend. Low-key Saturday. Finally got the studies done for RedBlack&Blue, a series of paintings that's been going around in my head for a while. The end result was not quite what I expected, but I'm highly pleased. Imagine Rothko and Newman smashed together with Gerhard Richter's 2 year old little brother...
Great Sunday night jamming with the old bandmates. Hadn't seen them in 6 years. My fingers are raw and tender from bass and guitar, hand drums, weird ethnic string instruments, bowl gongs, keyboards, samplers, turntables, slide whistles (I haven't really touched an instrument in about 3 years...so...ouch, a bit!)
Good, abstract Jazz and bizzare non-PC comedy as usual. It's an improv recording project...one or two of us lay down a track, then the others go under headphones and play over it without having heard what went down before. Amazingly, it works; dissonant and quirky and somehow oddly linear...the "old chemistry" is still there.
Man, did we smoke the ganja.
Whew...
Piece to ya
-c.
Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe
Life like water
Into inner ear, imbalance,
Balance, call me
Like a particle,
Article,
Read...)
***
Good weekend. Low-key Saturday. Finally got the studies done for RedBlack&Blue, a series of paintings that's been going around in my head for a while. The end result was not quite what I expected, but I'm highly pleased. Imagine Rothko and Newman smashed together with Gerhard Richter's 2 year old little brother...
Great Sunday night jamming with the old bandmates. Hadn't seen them in 6 years. My fingers are raw and tender from bass and guitar, hand drums, weird ethnic string instruments, bowl gongs, keyboards, samplers, turntables, slide whistles (I haven't really touched an instrument in about 3 years...so...ouch, a bit!)
Good, abstract Jazz and bizzare non-PC comedy as usual. It's an improv recording project...one or two of us lay down a track, then the others go under headphones and play over it without having heard what went down before. Amazingly, it works; dissonant and quirky and somehow oddly linear...the "old chemistry" is still there.
Man, did we smoke the ganja.
Whew...
Piece to ya
-c.
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occassionally i dream about my teeth. i had one recently that my molar grew to be so large that i couldnt close my mouth. it could be seen forcing my jaw open- like a big cartoon tooth.
I only got about 4 hours sleep last night... from being wound up after a bad phone call of said ex.
And what got me started on the staying up kick was the weed. I'll be smoking and watching TV on the weekend nights until about 5am.