something else

(rublev)

my notebook...

something like artwork

"ISIS AND THE MOON SHINE ON ME..."

all capitals reduce inflection to nonsense

this is what happens when I am very tired

CALL ME SISYPHUS
WHILE I PUSH ENDLESSLY
AGAINST POINTLESSNESS
AGAINST HEAVY, CRUSHING
NEVER
WELCOME TO THE
UNITED STATES
WELCOME TO
ZAPPIAN MADNESS
THAT WILL NEVER
SMALL SLIVERS OF
DICED CREDIT CARDS
SCATTERED
FIND ME
THE BOULDER ROLLS
SLOWLY UP THE HILL
IF ONLY I WAS A LITTLE LESS WEAK
FIND ME OUT THE DOOR
I'LL BE DOING IT FOREVER
LEANING
THE REST OF MY LIFE
BUT DO IT
NOT SMILING OR SPEAKING ANYMORE
FOLLOW ME OUT THE DOOR
AND AROUND THE BEND
DIRT ON MY FEET
FILTHY FEET
SLIPPING AGAINST LOOSE SAND
LEANING
FOLLOW ME OUT THE DOOR
AND AROUND THE BEND,
FOLLOW ME
TOWARD
THE CREEPING PYTHON'S PATH
OF OUR EVENTUAL END...

nevermind

look at this
http://davechoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-from-lee-root.html

and anyone reading should come to this
http://davechoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirty-hands-world-premiere-in-los.html

ART IS NOT PRETEND

empty seats

roll camera
roll, roll, roll down
roll out,
speed
and we're going to roll out,
all the wistle-blowing feet
and we will pretend pain
and death and destruction
and beautiful sirens will
pretend opposite things,
and pretend a pain that
is never known,
only pretended
always pretending
happiness
and tears of joy
the whole life
-- life?
life of abstracted light
through empty seats
life of dead moments in a
screen...
well the earth dies screaming...
as I lay dreaming...