Wired for Ecstasy

Remember we are built for love; wired for ecstasy.
For our hearts to open, our arms to embrace;
Our fingers to touch gently and feel the delicacies of skin
For our legs to dance and run and climb up to the bluffs above the sea,
Our voices for shouting and laughing and singing and talking so softly
that it breaks another's mind, its resistance, the walls around the soul
so that tears wash our eyes that we may see all the more clearly the beauty
that this life offers each one of us and to each of those around us
Never ending, without pause, continually, a music surrounding us
below the world's terrors and fears, in the depth where our lips know
and kiss and touch the ends of fingers before we finally arive at death's door
and are no more

Re-Emerging

(painting: Oceanic Atmospherics)

OK. Graymoth emerges out of the chrysalis. Got onto Facebook - part of the process. That is an education in itself. Thanks, everyone, for the support. It's been quite a dance!!

Into the Flame

Well Grey moth flew into the flame. Back on again, buzzing homeward to the red weed flowers, night moths, grey moths, all drinking deep the nectar of life. If you've ever seen Jimi Hendrix singing at Monterrey, you know what I mean. Or heard the UK single release of his Wild Thing- which is not on any of his albums and was never released in North America.

What's up with that anyway? They've never put Buddy Miles' double album LIVE on CD either. One of the best rock albums of all time and it's not even on CD. Shows how depraved the situation is. OK, a lot of people never heard it or know it exists- that doesn't make it any the worse- and that's mostly because Buddy Miles studio work is lousy and flat and he had only one so-so hit single and when he played with Hendrix it was only for his drums- which is not his great talent. What he was good at was putting on a live show and singing improvisationally, live, to a responsive audience - and the only time that was ever published was on his LIVE double album- which has an incredible 20-plus minute improv of Neil Young's Down By the River during a live concert in Seattle, which is one of my favorite cuts of music ever recorded. But you can get an edited version of it on You-tube,where it can be confirmed by the adulation of others there that I am not hallucinating here.


Great art languishes, threatened with extinction, but oh my god, a corporation, which hasn't contributed one cent to real culture or to anything worth remembering, and that no one will give a damn about 100 years from now, starts stumbling and it's hey, here's a 100 billion bucks to help you out. While art that makes you thankful that you lived- that that artist lived, so you could witness these incredible moments, that will be rippling out with that feeling for centuries, no, that kind of thing isn't worth a dime.

Speaking of which, you can't get the very good English translation of Carpentier's The Chase in the United States either-- one of the best novels of all time-- nor the last three books of the US edition of the great new translation of Proust's In Search of Lost Time.

Or as Scott Moncrieff would have us have it, Remembrance of Things Past - but then Moncrieff calls the fourth book (Sodome et Gomorrhe) Cities of the Plain instead of Sodom and Gomorrah, and the second book, Within a Budding Grove (A L'ombre des Jeunes Filles en Fleurs) instead of something like In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower. A slight suppression of the poetry and sex there, Scotty boy? You can see why we need the new translation.

All because of some stupid corporate copyright shenigans, Americans will have to wait till the next decade to read Proust in a better translation. Wait. That is what they tried to do; but you and I know better- just order the UK cheaply bound Penguin version and you can have the UK version which is almost the same, as long as you're willing to put up with faded, near invisible, microscopic type ... it's so good to know we can get anything we want here in the US of A, land of the free, where we don't have any censorship (Carpentier is Cuban), or anything like that ...

It's over

Direct Hit acrylic on paper 2009

It's over. Direct hit sustained. Those who know what I'm talking about, know what I'm saying. End of an era. Short one at that. Eight years lived in 2 and a half. At least. Over 400 paintings. No regrets. But the Swedish Fish is going down, down, down. Down. Don't know when I'll come back up again. Bye for now. Good fishing all ...

Economic Plummet

State of the state.

Graffitto

Yes, there is a relationship between my imagery and graffitti. The original meaning of the root word for graffitto referred to inscribed marks, which I frequently use. My work is more in line with pre-spray paint, or as we learn to not use so many flourocarbons, post-industrial graffitti. All those signs and marks scratched and drawn onto walls in the spur of the moment. The residual of signs covering our walls, buildings, and streets that need no industrially advanced technology or tools to make. Many of the works on paper have marks literally lifted off the alley walls. But I use the other usual sources as well: the drawings of children and the marginalized, impromtu remains of fleeting moments, left behind with the visual detritus of the damned.

Broken Remnants

Painting for me is letting go. Giving up all the ideas, leaving nothing but the mark. Hinted and broken remnants of a visitation from beyond the veil of consciousness.

River

Hallejuiah, I'm a Bum

Mary-Mary, the gospel-rap Campbell sisters duo talks about getting the music out to the "unchurched" - and "churched" is used as an adjective by NPR. I like that, the neat distinction from spirituality, the compactness of the labeling of a human being as having been successfully brain-washed in a specific way. Sort of how militaries "train" soldiers by breaking them down and "building" them back up again as sociopathic killing machines. Who, if they insist on their humanity and break down, are sent off into oblivion as the PTSD disabled. It once was "shell-shocked" and gradually, war-by-war, devolved into 1984-speak Post-Traumatic-Stress. Without sufficient medical benefits. Of course many of the combatants in these wars, on all sides, have been properly "churched" before they ever signed up for duty, in many cases, the churching being a psycho-sociological pre-requisite for even conceiving of soldiering as a "career" option. As the Mullah said, "Only a fool refuses to play the God-card when unleashing genocidal mania."

The Naughties

If we call the 1920s the twenties, the 1990s the nineties and so forth, what do we call the first decade of the century? My wife, Andrea, said the naughties.

That's about right. So many have been so naughty this last decade.

While his kleptocracy funneled billions to old business buddies, Bush was still able at the last minute to intimidate Congress into dumping hundreds of billions of taxpayer money so more of the big boys could get their end-of-year bonus and pay a few dividends. Those dividends of course go mostly to extremely wealthy stockholders and other corporations. Not to mention all the greedy little games the bankers, financial wizards, and politicians engaged in to bring down the global economy. All kinds of shenanigans become the norm, including double-dipping. Or triple.

I like the story of the guy getting a full pension as a retired navel officer, a full retirement pension from a subsequent civil service job with his state, who then gets a hefty full salary from a high-powered technology and policy consulting firm, and gets consulting contracts from the Federal government. He gets four full paychecks, three funded by your tax dollars. Not to mention that he came from a generations exceptionally wealthy family to begin with which included the neat little perk of his own significant trust fund. A fund that is full of tax-free governement and state bonds, yes, you guessed it, with dividends funded by our tax dollars. These are the kind of dividends the first bail-out money went to protect.

To paraphrase Summers, basically the game for the last eight years has been: every American in the bottom 80 percent income-wise writes a yearly check for on average ten grand to the top one percent. That's the Republican "level" playing field. Anything less than that is "wealth re-distribution" and Socialism.

Definitely the naughties.

Cannot say enough

Thank you everyone for such lovely support!

Apologies

Google allowed an ad to be placed on this site for a Fascist propoganda site. I apologize to all who were upset and offended. I was horrified and upset beyond telling. This ad placement was done by Google, not me. I have since been able to take it off the site, but it is still upsetting nonetheless. The insensitivity of Google here is mind-boggling. I am sorry that this has happened and will take every step possible within my power to prevent this kind of outrageous activity in the future.