Sunday, November 29, 2009

when learning about arabic art...do as the arabs do. erotic poetry 101

Evangelicle take me home tonight.

Islam will spread like my legs.

Enter, like Europe. Take over Spain.

Rip the embilical chord. Snake in the grass.

Peace to thee. Thank you come again.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

creative writing by Miroslav Holub

On the express train to Vienna
she writes in her diary
notes about Rome and Naples.

Ink marks like parthenogenetic aphids, 
pages like blood smears
of homing pigeons.

She is alone, gray, reconciled,
a Leda long after the swan;s departure,
Odysseus retired at Lotophagitis.

Back home, in Maryland,
the notebook will be interred
in the archetypal drawer,

among the yellowed love letter, 
among the infant curls,
among the dried adult flowers,

near the cushion where the castrated cat dreams
while Mahler's forever forever forever
chokes in the green wallpaper.

It is her message to imagined little sons; 
it is her membership in the club
of Swifts, Goethes, Rimbauds, Horatiuses and 
deathwatch beetles.

It is her monument outlasting bronze,
five-dimensional reality, the last engraving
of primeval man on reindeer bone,
the last drop
of the fluid soul
before evaporation. 

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

bad scans









these are bad scans of a few from my latest abstraction project.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

fill in the lines.

a saturday night well spent. 


and the answer is superman.