I’ve been feeling piano of late, dear friends. Light, natural light, sizzles across my face enlightening me. The miraculous entity we call light inspires me to write great works of Bart and in the middle of it, the crux, as it were, a tinkling of Hollywood piano spatters from the beyond, everything spurts from God. The piano melody speaks to the soul, harkens back to lullaby time with mother. (more…)
Writings
New Year on a Lonely Pier
Tuesday, January 17th, 2012So I spent New Year 2012 drinking champagne with a handful of friends on a lonely pier on the Thames. One of us, I don’t know who, figured it was preferable to being at some painfully cool warehouse party in Hackney Wick, full of red-eyed revelers snorting lines from mirrors and pushing feel-good gravel up their noses; temporary couples fucking in the stairwell, on the sofa and under the kitchen table (NY, 2010). This year’s arrangement was nice, tamer than ever, but nice. I’ve never seen the mayor’s fireworks display before—it reminded me of a Jim’ll Fix It episode, the one where the Bank of England let a kid burn £million in notes. (more…)
Junk Trip
Saturday, January 14th, 2012The junky has to survive for the junky trip to succeed. And so the junk trip has to be short. The shorter the trip the more likely the junky will succeed. The junk trip is all about success, without success the junk trip is futile, a waste of time and effort. The junk trip should be no more than a day or two, a long weekend at the most. During this time the junky must keep a clear head and observe with Proustian fastidiousness the mechanics of the junk trip. It is advisable for the junky if he intends to succeed not to partake in junk. (more…)
DER BINGLE
Friday, January 6th, 2012I missed the whole Slam Poetry scene. Never attended a single contest. Because I never go anywhere anyway, living as I do under a rock. But I sometimes imagine, with apologies to Bing Crosby, the phonomenon might have generated a behind-the-scenes scene something like this: (more…)
A Christmas Tale or How I Learned to Love Bono
Saturday, December 24th, 2011It was late and I was on the bus going home. The bus stopped and a family of shoeless, homeless, emaciated, wretched fools climbed on to the bus, but they didn’t have the fare and so the bus driver sent them back out into the snow – it was snowing. A lady next to me tapped me on the shoulder and softly, coquettishly said, “Well tonight, thank God it’s them instead of you!” (more…)
Undertaking Clarissa
Friday, December 23rd, 2011In light of the current political situation, the dog and me want to give y’all a peek at a project under deconstruction: (more…)
do not read this, sing it!
Tuesday, December 20th, 2011do not read this, sing it!
it’s useless unless unless unless it moves you. like beating drums, like beating screwdrivers, like beating your bishop, like beating the homeless. Nothing beats like beating the homeless. And if the homeless is a girl with a family problem it’s wonderful! (more…)
Occupy Art. Word¹.
Wednesday, December 14th, 2011I have been thinking the big things about government and civil disobedience and art and society and love and what it means to be a human being and why do we tell the stories we tell when there are so many other stories and why, when there are so many other stories, do I call myself mama, yo. (more…)
