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In the Valley of Doll Meat

New e-book out

Fresh off the e-press:

Harmonious Hogwash

with Jukka-Pekka Kervinen
(VUGG Books)

Spinsters: Once: The Body

the torrid caught muscle once rapturous Chickasaws [blurb] emboldened cautious diaphragm once feeble (cradle) oyster slivers I‘ve sucked replete of this> [blurb] bolder cartouche lips, so "symmetrical” A CORSIKA infaunal with xy-projection digging turns (or maps)--or maps of turns cautious aerial footage once & splotch once & “thistle” “tissue” “her bivalve lips”(from overhead) --embryo once caught muscle rupture perpendicular us not quietly erasing fetation

Photene (light)

This is a sample image of a current "project" I'm working on.

Materials:

Oil paints on canvas

film (pushed film)

industrial artifacts

New Blog-Book

Twine Galleries

2. Here: Between Mixing

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Shadow behind[you] breeding roots

......here: firs are painted into eyes as failed light

........................;......a rough estimate

.......of how many stony branches can grow

...................................into the heart

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Winter beats dull wind--that snow-feeding

....................girl..."

[your] nothing night..., ... litte life

...under hair...,... frightened

...............................................nevertheless.....,

mixing sound water--not cold nor dead rain

......................................no relief...,.... no dust for mixing

...........cruellest gardens

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kept [us, me] Here:

................................[I] was neither dead shelter

..................nor evening rising in [you]

--pearls of the wisest

woman eyes--

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hyacinths

...................come back. [I] know

................only of mixing mountains

...............................under dead trees

....as children dry

....................spring rain

out of [me]......;

..........................a failed desire to meet [you]

..........as sustenance for parched tongue...,

.......a pack of late cards...,

.........................wind-whipped cricket rising

.....[in]

Been thinking...

...about turning Twine Galleries into a blog-book for a couple of reasons. One being most important: It'll save trees (no dirty hippie jokes!), and I don't want people to pay to read my work--it just doesn't seem right in my mind. I don't want to make money off of my poetry/artwork. Just read it, damn it, and if you get anything (even the tiniest thing) out of it, then I've done my job.

News

The Starfish Journal's No. 6 issue is out! This issue features poets like Angela Genusa, Tasha Klein, Mark Young and other goodies. It also includes a pretty nifty image gallery.

Odessa 1905 (Tribute to Guido Crepax)

I was feeling artistically uncreative this morning, so I decided to dig up some old books in storage, and happened upon Emanuelle, Bianca, and Venus in Furs-- erotic comic strips from Guido Crepax. I tried my hand at drawing--something I haven't done for quite some time (other than drawing a Spongebob character for my son a couple days ago, but that doesn't really count).

I wouldn't say it was a complete success, but it was still a fun process...the ass cheeks and hair look decent. Then again, who can fuck up ass cheeks?

Note: the poem is a cut-up of text from the story of Bianca.

The Jeffrey Dahmer of Greek Mythology

Meet Kronos, the poster God

of healthy eating.

Bloody awesome...or, as

John Sakkis would say,

"this is so ouzo!"

And this is why I love being Greek.

It can't get any better than this.

Fossils of Light and Darkness

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New Track: Disco Hospital [Bloopers Mix]

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In other news...

My poem, Inlusion for Deleuze, from that ancient blog-book(the one I've conveniently forgotten all about!) [MUTE] is now at Recognitiones .

Many thanks to Riccardo Cavallo and Roberto Cavallera for displaying this poem, giving it new life again. This is, perhaps, one of those poems I feel strongly about because it was written for someone at a time of friendship. Turns out that friendship was all in vain, shallow, and convoluted. It's hard to read the poem and not think about what had been. But one must move on...

"/****** & **** [**(****)]?"

The First Apocalyptic Sign of Vegetative Culture