28 Feb 2013

Jose Parla

Jose Parla-Contemplating Storm

So I'm going to this Jose Parla show this Saturday. When I started the blog - it was going to be a combination of my writing, art and music interests, and some other stuff that gave context to what inspires me and the work I (eventually) produce. That format went kind of awry over the years but it's nice to look back over old posts and see things come full circle. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right...

I was about to post the usual 'hey I was SO into this before you guys...' when I saw the date I posted the original piece - exactly five years ago today. Exactly five years. That's satisfying enough that I don't need to make the point about 'being in there first'.

But I was.

Bob again

Cary Grant was once told, "Every time I see you on the screen, I think, 'I wish I was Cary Grant.'" He replied, "That's just what I think!"

I've been repeating that story ever since I first heard it, and it never fails to amuse audiences, all of whom seem to understand it immediately. Everybody groks that Archie Leach, the poor boy from Liverpool who became "Cary Grant" never fully believed in "Cary Grant," since Cary was, after all, his own invention. On the other hand, here's a similar story, which I also like to tell, that produces very mixed reactions, with some people laughing and others looking puzzled or slightly offended.

An art dealer once went to Pablo Picasso and said, "I have a bunch of 'Picasso' canvasses that I was thinking of buying. Would you look them over and tell me which are real and which are forgeries?" Picasso obligingly began sorting the paintings into two piles. Then, as the Great Man added one particular picture to the fake pile, the dealer cried, "Wait a minute, Pablo. That's no forgery. I was visiting you the weekend you painted it." Picasso replied imperturbably, "No matter. I can fake a Picasso as well as any thief in Europe."

Personally, I find this story not only amusing but profoundly disturbing. It has caused me to think, every time I finish a piece of writing, "Is this a real Robert Anton Wilson, or did I just fake a Robert Anton Wilson?" Sometimes, especially with a long novel, I find it impossible to convince myself that I know the answer. After all, as Nietzche said, "there are no facts, only interpretations"...... Continue reading...


My old college chum is having a show. If you dig the smell of spray paint you should go.

Tizer ID crew first solo Show will be at Pure Evil Gallery the 7th March 2013.

14 Feb 2013

13 Feb 2013


nigger no invented for color it was MADE FOR THE PLAGUE the word (art) must be redefined-all mutants and the new babes born sans eyebrow and tonsil-outside logic-beyond mathematics poli-tricks baptism and motion sickness-any man who extends beyond the classic for is a nigger-one sans fear and despair-one who rises like rimbaud beating hard gold rythumn outta soft solid shit-tongue light is coiling serpant is steaming spinal avec ray gun hissing scanning copper head w/ white enamel eye wet and shining crown reeling thru gleem vegetation ruby dressing of thy lips puckering whispering pressing high bruised thighs silk route mark prussian vibrating gushing milk pods of de/light translating new languages new and abused rock n roll and lashing from tongue of me nigger 20.10.74 r.e.f.m.

Patti Smith, liner notes for Rock N Roll Nigger. 

3 Feb 2013

Robert Johnson

'...blues falling down like hail, and the day keeps on remindin' me, 
there's a hellhound on my trail'