Monday, March 23, 2009

Well, this thing needs work. But I haven't had any photos lately so I thought I'd put it up. And besides, I procrastinate so much that I really need to push myself to get things done. Maybe this will help. On the other hand, I usually re-write dozens of times and end up with basically the same thing - sometimes probably not as good as the original. So here goes...


I am a newspaper
not just folded and yellowed and cracking around the edges,
but a thing of the past entirely

a CD
an 8 track or a standard cassette
I am unwanted
the past
what's been left behind

old school
old technology
old anything
just old

I am finally "uncool"

I shuffle
I fuss
I am not super-fast, clean, nor precise

And I sure as hell don't fit in here! (rolls eyes)

I am, in fact, rotting (rotting on the vine?)

And we as a group, the elderly (elders?)
we go about our business
invisible (Ralph Ellison)
away from the fast lane

But there's something to be said
for all those old things
the forgotten and discarded
rotting and left out in the rain
disposeable? Hmmm, now there's a question!

there's art in the junkyard and there's heart in these things
the smell of vinyl
the feel of paper
the way the tape runs so steadily off the cassette spool (magnetized! - LAUGHS - who ever thought of that?)
onto a pile on the floor (the cleanup, the mess, that's the issue now, isn't it?)

But we all crap
We all start as babies
Our lives expand and contract like a balloon filled to the point of bursting with the breath of life
and then slowly allowed to drain

Circle of life

The 12 x 12 pictures,
the marks and the scratches
the wear
it's all art in a way
like the grain in a piece of wood

You need only look...

Open the pod bay door, Hal, will ya? It's cold as #$%^ out here and I'd like to come in.
I thought you might understand.

all of the things we've dismissed as
not important anymore
all of the speed we want to just get us there faster
it's all putting the cart before the horse again

when you get there

it's only death


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Friday, March 6, 2009

Yet another shop window in the East Village. Obviously, the subjects gathers some interest, but forget that, I just like the immediacy of it. The 'emotion', or lack of emotion of the female mannequin is interesting. It's an inanimate object, but when we see it facing the male we read something into it. Why is that? What do we see? Why do we project? Is it inspired by the costume, or might we see the same thing if she was wearing a wedding dress? She's not entirely happy, yet she's not entirely sad. She just 'is', and I guess that works for the manufacturer of the mannequins because it's flexible. In these shots, however, the kind of coolness of the mannequin works. She seems to have some anger at first, and then a detached connection. The effect is quite determined by the shot, however. In the first one she's got the body stance of a scorpion. The other shots still dispaly that, but not in the same way; and there's not the male figure to bounce off of. ??? The valentine's day hearts just add an extra layer that we probably don't even notice until the end.

Shop window with skull bag. Although it's actually New york, I kind of like the way that the reflections of the cars in the background make it feel kind of like a crowded street in Mexico.

More paper graffiti, although there's some paint as well. I liked the color. East Village, NYC