Posts in Category: notes

we are the people

our ancestors warned us about

2019

5g is going to fuck us up

as if we’re in a microwave
and not just all of us but all of life

From bacteria, viruses & amoeba
to seawater, grasses, crops & trees
through insects, whales, gorillas & elephants
we are the 6th extinction

Better close your eyes & ears
and hum a happy tune
you’re not gonna like what happens next

2020

poems are only fingers

pointing at the moon

2020

you can’t cry enough to change the past

if you could we’d all have different memories by now

2020

whatever wherever or whomever

I ever thought I’d be at this stage of life
this is not it

2020

there are no happy endings

only happy pauses

2020

nutritionfacts

Watched some videos last night
about baked potatoes
Greger says don’t eat the skins because of acrylamides

Aww FUK!
Et tu baked potatoes?

2020

objects concepts events

The objects in the vials, the assemblages (french term; “ahsem/blahj”, silent “es”), are usually self explanatory; a leaf, a twig, some lake water, sandpaper, food, cotton, building materials … representing everyday objects we use and find, the minutiae of our daily lives. I place them in glass and sometimes in saline, as a framing device so we can appreciate them, however humble, for their formal & conceptual beauties.

The contents of the vial below are tissue paper that was wrapped around some throat lozenges, and saline solution. I peeled the liner paper away, placed it in a vial and when it seemed a little too inert, i added the saline. Especially with the little air bubbles (zoom), it became other-worldly beautiful … at least to me.

Liner Tissue In Saline, Winter 2019

Names for vials that appear “empty” (below), containing both the air and microscopic residue from a particular moment in time, refer to ideas and events that occur mainly, though not always, during the days or date the vials are open. These vials, sealed with molecular remnants inside them, are titled conceptually the way any painting, sculpture, song or story would be. I then tag them with the season and year for context.

We Are The People Our Ancestors Warned Us About, Winter 2019

Behind and beyond these titles there is also the movement of time; how it ripples, echoes, changes, freezes and reflects aspects of our shared & fleeting temporal existence. Like any abstraction, the objects in and titles of these vials can literally and sometimes dramatically shift with the passing of days, months and years. We assume the past is “dead” but it’s interesting to watch how our perception of it changes through the futures.

note to my next incarnation

before you sign the contract remember
the only way to win at tic tac toe
global thermonuclear war
relationships, love and life itself
is not to play

2019

simultaneity

We’re living in our younger selves’ futures
our older selves’ pasts
and our private present moments

So one place we can change
our futures and our pasts
is every present moment

2015

that’s not art

Without the few to have called them gifted
so many of my artistic heroes
some of whom have changed the world

Might have been scrawling & writing & drawing
assembling & painting in basements
performing & singing in showers forever unnoticed

While frustrated spouses & children
cousins & friends begged them to wake the fuck up
and find something useful to do with their lives

2014

toddlers

Adults so often marvel
at the bright & boundless energy of toddlers
but just lock them in a cubicle for a year & a half
dodging a petty officious superior

Raise their insurance premiums a couple of times
and tell them their sweetheart
loves a more attractive 6-year old

They’ll be as anxious & exhausted
by 430 in the afternoons
as the rest of us

1998