:: functions the simple eye serves ::
08.17.06:
tell me, my old winter lover, when i look up over in your night of dreams, parting your hair with a soft finger near your cheek, tell me why my heart is so thankful. why is it i still don't know you but would do anything for you. of all the queens to have ever lived i would have chosen you to rule me. no, you don't have to say a word. you wouldn't anyway. you know the story & you've got the instinct & i'm out of the kingdom now. banished. the woods are thick & high & i walk lost in the memory of you. my legs are breaking down. someone steer an arrow to my chest. --excerpt from "the new book of bad words" by pompilus wooly
08.13.06:
three more miserables...dorian gray, it & the body snatcher.
08.08.06:
scene from the park
08.06.06:
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07.11.06:
* the curse of the left handed boy album is released with abundant insect ash art. for more info go to / jam faction /
* to not only get the album by mssrs greek & rummage but to also pick up some freaky fine merchandise, like left handed boy shirts & stickers go to the / jam faction catalog /
* a one page picture poem is published in the new wild river review magazine. check out / wild river review / for second issue snazziness.
* two illos are on display & sale at the / mixed media gallery / in doylestown, pa.
06.13.06:
"you get shoved out early. you get your coffee & start walking. a couple of hours before noon you get in line. you eat & start walking. at night you flop where you can. you don't talk. you eat what you can. you sleep where you can. you walk. no one talks to you. you walk. it's cold & you shiver & stand in doorways or sit in railroad stations. you don't see much. you forget. you walk an hour & forget where you started from. it is day & then it's night & then it's day again. & you don't remember which was first. you walk. there are men with fat on them & you know it. there are lean men & you know it." --on the move, m.shulimson; new masses, 1934
06.04.06:
smoky turned away, caught the moonlight in his eye, shuffled the change in his pocket, huffed & turned back to her. "i'm a solid man," he said. "not a non-entity. but lately you don't look me in the eye when you talk to me. or even turn your head in my direction when i talk to you. i don't understand what's happening?"
speaking through lips, through hair, in a whipser in the opposite direction, "all in time," she said. "all in good time." -- excerpt from "one more shadow in the book of smoke" by pompilus wooly.
before she speaks & after she says
06.03.06:
"five hundred workers, fierce, off the loco. some strict power in those arms. they'll break you up all right. your blood & their claws. ruby red. snap you in three. so keep your club out. let it be seen. you're not holdin' flowers." --excerpt from "easy on the choke" by pompilus wooly.
05.31.06:
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05.28.06:
"all right it's ridiculous you have to study so hard... but look, you're visibly making progress, you have an aim that can't run away from you like a girl, & it will make you happy, even if you try to resist it, but i'm going to remain an eternal humming-top, and briefly perhaps torture the eardrums of a few people who come too close, but nothing else." -- from a letter to hedwig weiler, franz kafka, 1908
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05.14.06:
happy birthday mr.frank
the dark does die
05.10.06:
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the new photologo is the shield-shaped top side (the scutellum) of a spined soldier bug found dead on an air conditioner. moved to a scanner & altered it a just a few areas. it was a hot night & people have nothing better to do but scan dead bugs into computers.
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as the curtain is drawn
& somebody's eyes
must meet the dawn
& if I see the day
I'd only have to stay
so I'll bid farewell
in the night & be gone.
-- b.dylan
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