Friday, February 19, 2016

The composer Charles Seeger once made love to his wife on a secluded New England beach after having rapturously worked out the last movement of his Ivesian modernist sound manifesto "Young America". The sounds were all brass and without sopranos; woodwinds sounded out the baritone and 3 vocalist who whisper-sang revolutionist slogans. The final movement was confirmed in Charles' mind by a omen witnessed while the couple balled discreetly on the shore. A family of whales moaned across the water in a call and response to the sounds of Ruth's enthusiastic lovemaking. Notwithstanding his wife Ruth Crawford, an exemplary leftist turned sickly fearful of the sin of formalism, responded to the family of whales in keys of F# and Eb.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

THE LORD DONE DAMNED IT ALL

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

NEED 2 EAT? GO ON AND HAVE IT

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

GOD
IS
A
PARKING
LOT
FOR
HUFFING GAS

GENERATED STATEMENT #1

the new york-based artist drawn to big subjects –  vehicular agency, struggle appropriation, subway tokenhood, neighborly violence, inverted sexuality practices, performance littering, other-destruction, aging with grace, self-negation, dense installations packed with paintings, voided sculptures, science aesthetics, readymades as photographs, and contributions from friends working with art, design, or literature. lo-fi or analog technology in digital age-making, a background in mathematics and sound art prior to attending art school, performances and sculptures are laced with jokes and wordplay that never quite obscure a certain philosophical and political seriousness. The visual dimension of writing, the death drive in homosexuality, and the irrelevance of cultural relevance.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Someone's been killed
Someone's been kidnapped
Someone's been cut in two
Someone's been stuffed in a box
Someone's been shoved in a hole
Someone's been liquefied
Someone's been put through a straw
Someone's been thawed
Someone's been wrapped in a paper
Someone's been copied.
Someone's been pasted.
Someone's been deleted.
Someone's been undone.
Someone's been spell checked.
Someone's been packed up.
Someone's been put away.
Someone's been spoken for.
Someone's been put down.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

WHEN JAZZ OPENS THE DOOR AND COMES INTO THE ROOM

When Jazz opens the door and comes into the room.

That room.

The one you're in.

Jazz walks right up to you and you leave together.

And you walk downtown like a baseline.

mmmmmm-mm!

You take it like a dog: whatever you can get.

And the two of you link arms - howl forever.

Until Jazz swipes a paw across your face: on the off-beat.

But you keep keep going like that seinfeld episode.

Where conversation keeps up all the way until the punchline.

A Jazz weeps crawfish tears

From New Orleans.

Tears thumping on your head

To a savage beat then

Like a mob boss --

Walks right out the door.