Some Ducks
These are some Mallards I saw on my Sunday walk, through my complex, which has a few retention ponds.
Tag: regular movement
Sunday Walk Selfies
So, I am not going to pretend that this part should interest anyone except me, but the idea is that I kind of in a sense forgot how to look at myself, which was something that was important as a visual artist,…
Cut Up Punk Beat Dreaming Jazz Melodies
I liked Altered Carbon the series – I did, but the book for me opened itself up on such a huge canvas, and the characters had such a real interiority, that I was sucked into the story, much more than the show…
steep
the angle on anglo some section of saxon a white flower burning turning black in the heat blood is spilt gilt guilt who cares about it who comes from there? no nostalgia for the raped map for the raided radius no hatred…
Wind
To a Chanticleer it rhymed with mind. To an Aeolian working for The Breath it rhymed with tinned. Wind. A clock thrown into a breeze. They were sailing The Chronon Seas – a metaphorscape where these old comrades might meet and exploit…
the ethos of the ampersand
these things we need to understand things we want on demand things that come to us unplanned all the laughter seemed canned no one wanted to talk to the band is that a dead fish or your shaking hand? we sit here…
Olympic Torch
He was in the corner burning books. He took a gun and fired it at the screen that was playing a bunch of kids involved in a spelling bee. He took what he was doing and he repeated it in a gallery,…
do me stick
i am feeling french made in an out fit put to gather together bolthead and screwed we have a do me stick that can have a mophead attached that can be used to pummel the laundry in the copper that can beat…
To Communicate
I have been watching a lot of documentaries about art, and this has varied from those who might be considered to operate in a more traditional mode, versus those who are considered to operate in a more experimental mode. It feels like…
Reed Bed
we were waiting for the thatcher reading marx, real bright sparks with some idealism for ideology a broken psychology mechanisms full of rust dressed in suits to promise trust people added to the ledger reckoned to the edge of the abyss were…