Wednesday, December 24, 2014

the sun done gone. reading a harry belafonte life. a friend from 1980 i just contacted said i saved his life from drowning. yay! i'm proud of that, i had no recollection. he's been sending good thoughts ever since. that balances almost killing billy pokryfke by knocking a rock on his head climbing out of the quarry.

overcome in films

the narrator, one

no swimming ha.

a fine party

i gots mah ohn way ta raq

animal thought

biga

biga

buster. naima asked me if he's related to michael. it's a bit of a stretch, but hell, why not?

the narrator is silent.

ciger

cigerkatsibubas

clown preying

come and have a drink, for you thirst, we are thirsting.






portrait of the artist as a radical young jewish artist of the left bank.

the smell of rusty iron

copp surveys the army corp site

cove

devilish joy

fales

flying upside down

fur de fete

game of cloud arrowing

gill huber burnoski

goats gobbling telegrams

golden invader

ha.

hello evie, hello ali.

i shouldn't of blamed laura for introducing me to georgina, that was so long ago it's embarrassing to apologize admitting i still think of it, so i'll just say it here. i wouldn't a done it had i been sober is no excuse.

illustration

illustration 2

i'm getting a little more forthright, enough to tell that girl who rejected me for not being forthright enough that i wasn't interested in her and felt embarrassed because i acted like i was, and again that i'd not a done it had i been sober is no excuse.


island sanctuary

jour de fete

jour de fete a copp


jour de fete, piercing cloud, for wilhelm reich

laughingstock

light you know is life

you take the long long view, until you make it

stick prayer

momentito

narrator two talking to his reflection

narrator one listening to his reflection


on the bridge we feel the earth movers

we become more alike

scalp massage

spin me some sky sugar


stars of track and field

sunn copp

dot cop

tati spirit

test garden

thanks mister postman for bring my mountain car and call painting by pmf.

the podtman with a head cold against the system

version version of a version aversion

willyoume
narrator three.

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