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"The latest in blatantly proffered visual noise" circa 2002. |
21 August 2015
"Mere Nola got me. It's the first poetry book in a very long time I read cover to cover and felt bad that it didn't go on. It's a hell of a book, memoir, diary, journal, told with perfect pitch, great ear, perfect spoken Ingles. Tremendous writer, truly, master of the new Nawrleans lit, if not a chef d'ecole."
-- Andrei Codrescu
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There Is A Foot on Geary Street
It's in the Muni bay in front of Martell's Liquors at 20th Avenue; these pictures began in 1987 and end 2003. The last time I checked in 2011 it was still there, collecting its whathaveu. Nathan tries to correct me that Geary is not a Street, but a Boulevard, and a Grand one at that - its mail codes go from 94108 to 94121. But "there is a foot on Geary St." was the mutter that directed me to click my shutter the first time (after three years of notice) and this is what I mean by Language Photography...I recall my mild concern in 1997, when it was marked with orange paint as a defect to fix by a public works employee, but they never got around to repairing this impression made by a shoe cast in wet cement.
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Corners and Napkins |
in the end a pen takes to brick and flails
in the beginning, next to portions of four bricks
is a filthy paper waiting thumbnail, a napkin
chats about waiting in chairs at a reading to hear
then, turning the page a door slams
eardrum pulsing last cigaret looks
these are real corners you could encounter in the world
close at the scale of napkins, inside and out
what I have found, is a wave form
of course, lunar lighting. stubble of stucco -
I could tell you plenty about Stucco, but Corners and Napkins
is not concerned with stucco, some corners trap
some corners - we do not know
some corners we do, for they Deify light
lime says cool
orange invites lizards to cross
green on the produce sign says notice
napkin relieves, assures
napkin will take a bullet for the Chief
napkin signed verifies invention
napkin tapping at corners of mouth
now decide if to lie and emphasize
cloud billow sail
perfection can be routinely achieved in the photography of napkins
these resin coated colored 4"x6" papers are satisfying to compile
for the napkin photograph solicits its surface to write on and
i love cycles of perfection to ruin
some of these corners are severe
they are hard and promise it is a cold cruel world
corners you would not like in a prison guard
we like the corner that wanders for god
that cant, that wiggle, is ours
20 August 2015
I W C W I A C
I W N B D I T H
I W N L W T T C M N
Randy's Discipline
Teacher dictated the lyric to Randy transcribed it 25 times.
It was exhibited in 1989 at New Langton Arts in San Francisco,
"Special Collections."
From a collection of mostly handwritten papers gathered by William Passarelli
Including a distressed loose leaf by Randy with a no two letters alike handwriting:
1. I will come when I am called. I will not break dance in
the halls. I will not laugh when teacher calls my name.
2.
(x 25)
I heard, and became a colony of its refrain...
Chris Sullivan April 2009 New Orleans
I W N B D I T H
I W N L W T T C M N
Randy's Discipline
Teacher dictated the lyric to Randy transcribed it 25 times.
It was exhibited in 1989 at New Langton Arts in San Francisco,
"Special Collections."
From a collection of mostly handwritten papers gathered by William Passarelli
Including a distressed loose leaf by Randy with a no two letters alike handwriting:
1. I will come when I am called. I will not break dance in
the halls. I will not laugh when teacher calls my name.
2.
(x 25)
I heard, and became a colony of its refrain...
Chris Sullivan April 2009 New Orleans
31 May 2015
M ' o p e r a
Mot!
Mot!
THEY HAVE LEFT US
a smorgasbord of spills
a compendium of swills
a panoply of polenta
eggshells, coffee grounds
cookie crumbs
look! there's one
a Magnificent Morsel
of Oatmeal Raisin
up here who knows
if we ocean or land
so eat every speck of food on the plane
they give me
your voice came from so far away
it was so good to hear and say
Au, Contrail!
("contrails" are flung: streamers of toilet paper)
above this ground of such travail
how the sky turns into a page
oblivious and blue
Rebecca Kauffman
Koom-Bacha Nation
Martha Strawn
Beheader of Prawns
That was 96
No, you are wrong
It must have been
Another throng
I like this one
The Italians are fun
Why dont we take a rest
That crumb is not going anywhere
the Crumb Sings
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands
Now that the sun hath veiled his light...
oh lets. adopt a comfortable posture
to lean
and reminisce
we were just drying on the deck of the lake
David Whistles / Otis Redding
listening to Franticek and Jitka sing
the lonely Shepherd songs
from mountains of check republic
where Laffoley puzzled
the correct particle size pebble
to ballast the auxiliary
box-kite powered bird boat
kinda neo-dada Erica's
and Shannon's toy boat regatta
what was your favorite?
thing to lick?
Yes
I am a little embarrassed
Mops do not blush, just swell
of the liberally distributed dance floor sweat drop-lets of
Oh!
Giorgio!
I tried to sway him not to go but o
Georgia
is on my mind
Mot?
Mot
You know we can't have it all
And this sopped up bliss
Will just turn into mangy-ness
If we are not wrung soon
Oh Mot
We have to choose
Between this magnificently crumbled
Cookie and Vance's puddle of I-a-was-Ca
I think the former
So the lucky crumb is now the latter
Look!
There goes Gayle!
Au, Contrail...
May 1, 2008, Gathering at Lake Eden
produced by
Chris / Marguerite / Michael / Giuseppe Gavazza / Jan-Christoph / Nausicaa / Georgia / Molly / David / Elaine / Kevin / Marcus / Tom & Ted
Songs of Henry Purcell:
Music For a While
An Evening Hymn
Mot!
Mot!
THEY HAVE LEFT US
a smorgasbord of spills
a compendium of swills
a panoply of polenta
eggshells, coffee grounds
cookie crumbs
look! there's one
a Magnificent Morsel
of Oatmeal Raisin
up here who knows
if we ocean or land
so eat every speck of food on the plane
they give me
your voice came from so far away
it was so good to hear and say
Au, Contrail!
("contrails" are flung: streamers of toilet paper)
above this ground of such travail
how the sky turns into a page
oblivious and blue
Rebecca Kauffman
Koom-Bacha Nation
Martha Strawn
Beheader of Prawns
That was 96
No, you are wrong
It must have been
Another throng
I like this one
The Italians are fun
Why dont we take a rest
That crumb is not going anywhere
the Crumb Sings
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands
Now that the sun hath veiled his light...
oh lets. adopt a comfortable posture
to lean
and reminisce
we were just drying on the deck of the lake
David Whistles / Otis Redding
listening to Franticek and Jitka sing
the lonely Shepherd songs
from mountains of check republic
where Laffoley puzzled
the correct particle size pebble
to ballast the auxiliary
box-kite powered bird boat
kinda neo-dada Erica's
and Shannon's toy boat regatta
what was your favorite?
thing to lick?
Yes
I am a little embarrassed
Mops do not blush, just swell
of the liberally distributed dance floor sweat drop-lets of
Oh!
Giorgio!
I tried to sway him not to go but o
Georgia
is on my mind
Mot?
Mot
You know we can't have it all
And this sopped up bliss
Will just turn into mangy-ness
If we are not wrung soon
Oh Mot
We have to choose
Between this magnificently crumbled
Cookie and Vance's puddle of I-a-was-Ca
I think the former
So the lucky crumb is now the latter
Look!
There goes Gayle!
Au, Contrail...
May 1, 2008, Gathering at Lake Eden
produced by
Chris / Marguerite / Michael / Giuseppe Gavazza / Jan-Christoph / Nausicaa / Georgia / Molly / David / Elaine / Kevin / Marcus / Tom & Ted
Songs of Henry Purcell:
Music For a While
An Evening Hymn
09 April 2015
Set List
Foodcourt Millionaire
5 Second Rule Taco Bell
Derelict to the Reputation of Quesedilla
Just Ask the Sani-Chlor Guy
Violation Cats in the Freezer
Set List
Haz Mat Schaz Mat
1 Gloves You Kiddin
2 Particle Mask BS
3a Squint Guard
3 Careful its Hell to be a Chicken
4 Thats Just For Safety
5 Fiberglass Putty in the Morning
6 Rubber Cement I Love You
7 Oh the Sweet Industrial Solvents of My Youth
Set List
H A Z A R D O U S E V E R Y T H I N G
1 If You Got It I Got It
2 Clinic Fed
3 Floor It Yellow
4 Hollywood Stop
5 Just Back Up a Block
6 Don’t Worry About the Breaker
7 Let Me Have a Look Under There
Set List
Roadside Helpers
1 Nothing We Can’t Get
2 Uniondale Waitress Said Twain Winter’d There Like I Should Too,
3 I’m a Mile Marker 403 Solar Call Box Winner
4 Sad Little Donut Tire
5 $58, 5:30 in the morning, El Paso that ain’t bad for a tow truck
6 Best Give My Duct Tape Back Right Now
7 When My Bailing Wire Comes
8 Amazing F****** Grace
Set List
Berkeley Farms Graveyard Shift
1 You Should See This Place At Quitting Time
2 Curtis Front Me a Dime
3 Shitting on Company Time
4 Son Can You Run the Wrapper?
5 Sal’s Nappin on the Nuts and Chews
6 Pallet Stacker Extraordinaire
7 OT from the Get-Go
Set List
Mad Money Gone Bad
Want a TCB Room like at Graceland
Only Alcor Lets You Physically Survive Clinical Death
Gasoline Green Beans Really Work
Should Have Gone to Disneyland
Now That I Own Some E L I X E R
Set List
The Filler Apps
1. Last 4 of your social
2. Zip Code Apartment Number
3. What was the name of the boy who the dog in your security question bit, and do you ever reflect that scar under his right eye persists to this day?
Set List
Laugh or Forever
1 Sorry We’re Not Stopping
2 Donde Compare
3 Welcome to Family Dollar
4 Not Like That Doesn’t Happen Every 20,000 Years
5 Is There One Sip Left
6 Say Remember and I’ll Kill You
7 You’re My Backwards Spiritual Heir
Set List
Classholes
1 There’s a Reason (I Don’t Have a Life Like Yours)
2 There’s a Reason (You Don’t Have a Life Like Mine)
2a Bootstraps for Dummies
3 Better Than You Know It
4 Jet Ski Party Sunday Morning
5 No Our In Me
6 So I Doored You
7 Try and Take Soul to the Bank
Dirtbag Probability Index
Funny Laugh Wrong Time
He Says Hot Damn Way Too Loud
He’s Used to Talkin Thru Window Holes
Honey, I Got a Name For You
Jokes About Money
Leave a Tip?
Let Me Tell You How To Park
Lingering Eye Chest Contact
Loiters to Wait Under Ladders
Really Wants To Sit in the Car with You
Says Absolutely Way Too Much
His Voice Mailbox is Full
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