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12/08: It's my movie. you're just an extra:
whilst young
I was alone and alienated
outside of all
unique I thought
moved in a trance
cold and separate
like an ice fragment from a glacier
drift from here
to here
and yet another here
I was alone and alienated
outside of all
unique I thought
moved in a trance
cold and separate
like an ice fragment from a glacier
drift from here
to here
and yet another here
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23/04: chianti afternooner
oil on canvas: 1979:
40 inches x 40 inches:
painting destroyed
chianti afternooner
it was a hot weekend in italy,
dogs were dragging
old cold bolognaise
from plastic tv dinner trays
tossed in piles outside the "tourist
haven" restaurant.
it was a hot weekend in italy,
dogs were dragging
old cold bolognaise
from plastic tv dinner trays
tossed in piles outside the "tourist
haven" restaurant.
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13/04: videodrone:
I was thinking about
a new video project a few weeks back
and it occurred to me that
video as video
is a concept that really interests me.
This then begs the question,
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09/04: dr acubmas and mr butoh:
I remember about six years ago
I was going to appear in a short experimental video.
I had no clue what it was going to be about
I just showed up
in my regular street clothes
and waited for the director to tell me what to do.
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05/04: 1962
1962,me, John and Georgie D were sitting on one of those trident jets
that use to fly out of Gatwick airport.
We were on our way to Ibiza, via Majorca,
to check out some property for our discotheque.
George was John’s dad,
he had the money
we were being extra nice to the old fart.
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05/04: in progress:
What do you think the chancesare of meeting just one person
that you will spend your whole life with?
That’s a hell of a question.
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29/03: send in the canadians
my father
tobacco juice squeezed through my teeth
as memories of games of base ball flexed my skull with pointless
counting stats, and honking gobs of yellow
phlegm onto the ochre dust bowl of a
field that we as children called, a playground.
my father, who was born in nashville, had no
time for church or christian symbols,
“automatons” he said, yankee doodles
scribbled on the southern skies.
“those bastards sent us in as targets”
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19/03: i woke up drunk in coopers canyon
a throbbing head was all that toldof recklessness the night before
when bob romanovitch and i had
left the party early.
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17/03: ice shards in my soul.
I had a thought the otherday and at the moment that
it touched my mind it
seemed to freeze and fracture
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