Wednesday, October 26, 2016


Excellent band, love that Scottish burr and that wide-screen angst.  The art just kicks ass, too, especially the mask kid on the early releases......

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

untitled, 1928 (detail)

this girl on her knees
in the bathroom
and the man she says she loves

the man she lives with
in a different bar in another
part of town with another woman

the way that art is
more violence than beauty

ask dali
as his bed catches fire

ask pollock
as he's thrown from the car

the world only matters
if you can change it

an enemy is someone
you would only fuck for money

and if i tell you
that i believe in christ
then you need to understand
that i also believe in crucifixion

i believe in war
only because i can't stop it

only because there are
33,000 ghosts scaling the walls of
the babi yar ravine
and who was it that invented the
machine gun and why?

look in the mirror

four walls and
a god you'll never see
won't make you safe

keep a weapon beneath your bed
but don't expect it to be enough

remember cobain and his shotgun

remember john geoghan found
strangled to death in
his prison cell

all of the children he molested

will you piss on his grave?

will you consider forgiveness?

and maybe you know the girl
rinsing her mouth out in the sink

maybe you buy her a beer
when she pushes
her way back to the bar

all of our small
desperate actions dragging us
relentlessly towards some
sort of future

Saturday, October 22, 2016


Not updated recently, I don't think, but excellent writing by Amanda Joy:

(art by Osnat Tzadok)


lost the gifts you gave me
then lost the car keys
then lost the phone

sat up until three a.m.
watching the children sleep

knew it wasn’t poetry, but
also knew that
poetry didn’t matter

words pounded into strange
new shapes when the
meaning was what really
mattered, and then
meaning obscured, and then
bitter truths left unsaid

obvious lies held out like
shields to
ward off the darkness
and i am not innocent here,
but i am not ready to
be found guilty

i am not ready to be sewn
up inside the corpse of
the bleeding horse

there is still so much
of my life i need to waste

Friday, October 21, 2016


Again, the lighting always seems to be off when I photograph these things.  Or maybe the camera.  In any event, the colors in real life are much deeper & darker, w/ more bluegreen mixed in.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Osnat Tzadok

I love her stuff.  She seems to use a lot of the same techniques as me.  In her favor, tho, she seems to know what the hell she's doing.....

and then these sunlit days of obvious joy

or the song you sing w/
yr face smashed in

the blood of christ
collected in a plastic cup

what matters here is that
love is not an ocean

the value of human life has
become negligible when set
against the value of oil or
gold and what we consider
are the reasons how

what we contemplate is why

and there are always more
children to replace the ones
who starve to death to
replace the ones who are
raped who are butchered by
soldiers and by priests and
there is always more wealth
to be stolen and more
wars to be won

takes some serious fucking
pain to keep you up and
running in the land
of the free