psychoticartists

PSA_176

2011-11-23T06:39:00.000-05:00

hearing voices movement
psychotic is causing trouble for others ?
a frequent void of happiness ?
constant anxiety without outlet ?
why is reality so important anyways ?
as long as you take care of yourself ?
control yourself when necessary ?
let yourself go far when you can ?

PSA_175

2011-11-23T06:04:00.000-05:00

they say he used to scratch the paint off his brush handles so that when his painter friends stopped by they could never quite tell what kind of brushes he was painting with, he loaded his palette in one quick go when no one was around, he'd toss tubes back in the drawer and keep it closed, nobody ever cared, but he'd sure pretend that they did, all day long, if he left, he'd put a jumbo lock on the studio door built like a mechanical boat anchor

PSA_174

2011-11-18T03:26:00.000-05:00

going to sleep is the only way to choose
to take your life but still get another chance
going to sleep is like a reversible suicide

PSA_173

2011-11-09T01:47:00.001-05:00

nothing can never have value
but something can
DO SOMETHING
make a chance

PSA_172

2011-11-09T01:44:00.001-05:00

you just gotta remind yourself
everybody else's work is worthless too

PSA_171

2011-09-26T22:51:00.000-04:00

the phrase "ART is the new FUCK YOU" passed through my brain and I saw "ART is the new FUCK YOU" in chunky white text embellishing the floating black coffin 6 feet above a coffin shaped hole that is carpeted with the dirty glittered AstroTurf from the bottom of the coffin hole, up the sides, and across the raised ground plane that slopes gradually on all sides to ground level gallery floor.

PSA_170

2011-09-19T13:42:00.001-04:00

BREAK the code or it will BREAK you

PSA_169

2011-09-15T00:58:00.003-04:00

when that whale rushes up from the deep toward the surface
it never permits a paranoid thought
it never feels unworthy of it's power or speed
it never second guesses one thrust of it's tail
it ONLY thinks "FUCK YEAH!"
"I'M GONNA FUCKING FLY LIKE A FUCKING BIRD!"

PSA_168

2011-07-23T14:10:00.000-04:00

if THEORY catches you it devours you
and you are no longer an ARTIST

PSA_167

2011-07-12T23:03:00.000-04:00

a tragedy is just a miracle in reverse

PSA_166

2011-06-07T16:35:00.003-04:00

from ivory tower to bottomless pit
art drowns in a desert
art pupates in shit

PSA_165

2011-04-26T16:39:00.000-04:00

does the artist's act of articulation/externalization abstract the 'actual' internal ineffable impulse ?

PSA_164

2011-04-14T13:20:00.000-04:00

my wasted life
will be more interesting
than your wasted life

PSA_163

2011-04-13T12:45:00.003-04:00

force of belief achieves dreams

PSA_162

2011-04-13T01:03:00.000-04:00

a birthday of the mind
is a funeral of the heart

PSA_161

2011-04-11T14:27:00.001-04:00

CARL GUSTAV JUNG
CHRIS BURDEN (ubu) (rep) (wikip)
KOKI TANAKA
CHRIS WARE
JOSH HARRIS
ANDREA ZITTEL
TEHCHING HSEIH
STUART SHERMAN
WARD SHELLEY
MARINA ABRAMOVIC

PSA_160

2011-04-02T17:30:00.004-04:00

loosen your hole and let out your soul

PSA_159

2011-04-01T17:20:00.002-04:00

circumambulate the truth
it can never be pinned (to something it IS)
it can only be penned (within what it is NOT)

PSA_158

2011-04-01T12:05:00.001-04:00

I look in one direction only, inward, and it is only there that I find the universal humanity, when I look outward, all I see is difference and indecipherable chaos, art is art because of this inner universal, yet the tip of the iceberg fools us into believing it's closed potential is the whole

PSA_157

2011-04-01T11:01:00.002-04:00

my private epiphanies aura-bomb other psyches

PSA_156

2011-03-31T02:24:00.001-04:00

once i was strong
and now i am blind
thus is the strike
of the heart over mind

PSA_155

2011-03-21T11:39:00.000-04:00

it is the very same string that restricts the kite height
that provides the tension necessary to give the kite flight

PSA_154

2011-02-16T23:18:00.000-05:00

reason is only an anchor
not the boat
nor the boater
not the water
nor the ground

PSA_153

2011-02-16T23:03:00.001-05:00

daydreaming through life
life becomes my dream
who we see and how they seem
turn the others into me

PSA_152

2011-01-29T17:41:00.002-05:00

a gift accepted becomes a duty to hold

PSA_151

2011-01-13T16:29:00.002-05:00

crying is like yoga for the mind

PSA_150

2010-12-18T23:22:00.002-05:00

lost in the perpetual commemoration of the dying now

PSA_149

2010-12-02T00:11:00.003-05:00

you know what i always say about GENIUS..
well......... if there is a GENIE in your ASS,
that keeps giving you ideas that impress you,
YOU SHOULD USE THE IDEAS !
- because it's YOUR GENIE !
--he lives in YOUR ASS !
---consider the ideas as RENT paid to the ASSLORD !

PSA_148

2010-11-16T02:33:00.003-05:00

"For he will come like a pent-up flood
that the breath of the LORD drives along."

PSA_147

2010-11-14T23:02:00.001-05:00

the story of a blind and deaf girl gone mad !
flailing her hands wildly to interact with the world around her !
but she's holding knives !
she could only recognize your face by slicing through it!
plucking out eyes !
cutting off ears !
she mentally maps her surroundings from the echos of splattering blood !
they call it splatterlocution !
deaf blind and numb to your pleas for mercy !
Helen Killer !

PSA_147

2010-09-05T01:12:00.001-04:00

just opened a tampon for the first time
tore off an end of this paper sleeve
slipped this thing out
an extended two part telescoping shell
with a little string coming out one end
didn't know which end to pull
to make this poofy thing come out

PSA_146

2010-08-11T06:13:00.001-04:00

i can taste my ego dying
i taste neural sheaths burning away
(as present instance is incompatible with past experience)
who i am is only who i've became
the me needs slain for the now to live free
i swear, i can literally taste it
when stress finds NO release through action
because the action is not mine to take
the contained energy implodes to destroy it's own bridge to existence
i can taste my ego dying as i am cornered by hopelessness
hope is a parasite on the body of expectation
expectation can bind and gag and blind
the old me must die
to give birth to the full potential of this moment

PSA_145

2010-08-02T20:16:00.001-04:00

TRUTH IS DOOM
SEAL THE TOMB

PSA_144

2010-06-12T03:49:00.002-04:00

ingest your turd before it breaks as ouroboros loops a snake

PSA_143

2010-04-07T20:50:00.003-04:00

facadebook !
(really just the creepy penis of the machine slithering through my secrets)

PSA_142

2010-04-05T00:36:00.001-04:00

PROPOSAL FOR SOLO #2
I would LIKE to take my mobile art presentation booth/white pedestal/"booth of shame" out into the streets for an encounter with the public. This act will take a tremendous amount of courage (or permitted naivete?). I am uncertain that I will be able to achieve the mental constitution necessary to do this during this semester. My present lack of resolve is primarily due to our 1st year MFA show. I will be engaging in a month-long performative act throughout the duration of the show. I would like to try to sell you on the idea of accepting this as my 2nd solo performance for class. My space in the gallery is being used as a research station to analyze my creative activities outside of the gallery walls. I compared the galleries "open" hours to my overlapping academic schedule so that I could determine how much time I can actually spend IN the gallery. I am going to be spending 15 scheduled hours a week in my gallery space, wearing my lap coat, creating a time log and matrix of life-data onto a massive wall surface. I will be analyzing video and journal documentation of the creative life I live outside of the gallery. The parameters of this exploration are purposefully "loose" at this stage, so that the project is free to find it's own direction. I will do some sort of presentation during our class-time, in the active gallery space. I hope that you come visit me in the gallery during the month!

PSA_141

2010-04-05T00:35:00.004-04:00

DIRECTIONS FOR MY FUNERAL:
1) when at the threshold of death, keep me alive long enough to get me to a foundry
2) cover my body in plaster, let it harden, let me die within
3) place my plastered carcass into a coffin, fill the coffin with plaster, let it harden
4) place the coffin into the kiln, burn away all that will burn
5) fill the empty cavity within the plaster coffin shape with clear resin, let it harden
6) chisel all the plaster off of the ash and bone speckled crystal figure, polish the surface
7) lie the figure onto an altar with a glass top, lit from within by aerial search lights
8) adjust the overhead-projector lens to project and focus my constellated remains onto the night sky
9) base all future human activities on the relationship of my projection to the cosmos beyond

PSA_140

2010-04-05T00:34:00.008-04:00

FIVE SENSES
_sight_
1) find a pair of sunglasses with large lenses
2) pop out the lenses and replace them with 2 halogen lights facing inward
3) put on the sunglasses
4) turn on the lights
5) say "lalalalalala... " until white turns to black
_sound_
1) prioritize all objects in the room by the volume of the sound that results from dropping each onto a linoleum floor
2) use a "loop-sampling" recorder to record the quietest item being dropped
3) record the next quietest item's drop sound, overlayed onto the recording of the first dropped item
4) continue overlaying drop-sound over drop-sound, progressing from the quietest to the loudest
5) listen to the resulting cacophony over and over, with INTENSE attention
6) stop the playback
7) drop the lightest object onto the linoleum floor over and over, with INTENSE attention
8) play the cacophonous recording over and over until you BELEIVE you can hear the quietest object fall
_touch_
1) cover sandpaper with glue
2) cover the glue with fluffy cotton
3) let dry
4)psychotically pet the surface while saying "soft pretty bunny" over and over
5) continue process until you scrape bone
6) explain all this in the emergency room
_smell_
1) purchase some fish-tank air tubes plus a "Y" adapter to split air flow
2) purchase medical tape
3) purchase $20 worth of Taco Bell products
4) connect and seal the split ends of the tube into your nostrils with tape
5) connect and seal the other end of the tube into your anus

6) eat all the Taco Bell products
7) ENJOY!
_taste_
1) go to a grocery store with your friends
2) have a contest to see who can discretely taste the greatest diversity of flavors before getting arrested
3) use your only phone-call to describe the taste in your mouth to someone who cares

PSA_139

2010-03-24T22:56:00.000-04:00

performance idea -
sit with a VanGogh in your lap
pick off each brushstroke like a scab
(eventually revealing a landscape photo beneath)
call the piece "ZOLOFT"

PSA_138

2010-03-08T21:04:00.000-05:00

i'm gonna open a social networking site called TWATTER
where you post a FRESH pic of your TWAT every twenty-minutes
"do you want to follow my Twatter feed?"

PSA_137

2010-02-07T22:29:00.003-05:00

- medium shot of deer in the forest
- fart noise
- deer startled
- jerks head in all probable directions
- freezes while turned in direction of it's rear
- sniffs
- wide shot reveals the deer is alone in the forest
- sniffs again
- deer bolts off

PSA_136

2010-01-13T11:48:00.002-05:00

(audience arrives)

-freight elevator door opens-
for 16 seconds a man in socks pretends to tap dance on carpet
while strategically operating a party-clacker behind his back
-freight elevator door closes-

(audience waits one minute)

-freight elevator door opens-
for 16 seconds a man in a phantom half-mask plays
a loud impassioned electric guitar noise solo
-freight elevator door closes-

(audience waits one minute)

-freight elevator door opens-
for 16 seconds a mans head peers out of an ornate antique frame
that hangs on a large white pedestal that conceals his body.
he dramatically recites the following statement...
"Culture silences more than it permits.
An individual is cheated of infinite potential by this cultural disease.
We may not exercise our individuality within culture,
culture exorcises the individuality out of us."
-freight elevator door closes-

(audience waits one minute)

-freight elevator door opens-
for 16 seconds a man completely covered in strands of VHS tape
dances frantically to no music but the sound of the tape rustling
-freight elevator door closes-

(audience waits one minute)

-freight elevator door opens-
for 16 seconds a man stands in motionless tension
making blood curdling battle cries at the universe
-freight elevator door closes-

(audience leaves)

PSA_135

2010-01-13T03:05:00.001-05:00

culture silences more than it permits
an individual is cheated of infinite potential by this cultural disease
we may not exErcise our individuality within culture
culture exOrcises the individuality out of us

PSA_134

2010-01-13T01:10:00.001-05:00

fluxish exercise yada-ya

an artist plays the most spastically impassioned guitar wank for 22 seconds then hits a loop pedal,

he puts down the guitar while the wank loops indefinitely,

he flamboyantly tapdances for the audience in socks, activating a party clacker behind his back to simulate tap sounds,

he briskly halts dancing and pulls a toy machine gun from his jacket

and mimes mowing down the audience with surreal laughter

the looping wank stops

PSA_133

2009-12-18T23:28:00.041-05:00

It is never mentioned that these supposed chemical imbalances in the brain may be driven in large part by our patterns of thought. These chemicals are our thoughts. Balance your thought to balance your chemicals from within. The objective biology of the brain is changed by the subjective thought processes of the mind just as much as subjective experience within the mind is affected by the chemicals and electricity in the brain. The long hard road of changing your mental habits could put brain chemistry back into balance the same way that drugs temporarily do. To the best of my knowledge, there are no negative side effects from healthy thinking.

PSA_132

2009-12-16T02:36:00.003-05:00

I've known for a while that the rich get rich off the sweat of the poor. I don't remember enough about Marx to give his Communist sht a just pat on the back and bullet through the head. It seems obvious that some Utopia may exist somewhere between Democracy and Capitalism and Communism. You need an ideal greater than whoever's the captain at the wheel. An ideal ideology that says everybody can do whatever they want as long as it's worth a fair something to somebody else. Some guardians of the ideal will swoop down to enforce the ideal when somebody is trying to take advantage of anybody else, anytime, someone is always looking over you, witnessing and rewarding your unique work, makin' sure that nobody fks with you. You're worth what your work is worth. If your work isn't worth anything you still get a comfortable life as long as you keep trying and caring. There is an ideal that rations the funds into guardian services all the way up to the captain who must prove his worth in absolute transparency to all. Every corporation on earth would be governed by the same ideal: absolute transparency, workers are the owners, managers are employees

PSA_131

2009-12-14T19:56:00.006-05:00

I walked indoors, through doors into the lab, pulling a roll of toilet paper from inside my jacket (from inside my trunk), and I blew my nose. Alice and Eve were perched around this dead steaming carcass. They offered me some meat from their prey. They were ripping pieces of dry cooked meat off of the bird carcass and dipping each piece into warm red barbecue sauce before eating it. I said "The barbecue sauce is the simulacra that replaces the blood of the animal. Our inner animal would rather snatch a live bird from the sky and bite into it's warm bloody writhing flesh. Our modern civilized consciousness would deem such an act barbaric! Behind this civil facade, our inner cave man longs for primal experience. In the guise of culinary sophistication, we cook all the real blood out and replace it afterwords with tasty warm simulated blood: barbecue sauce. We pride ourselves on the variations of nuanced flavor varieties as a distraction from recognizing them as merely a yummy simulacra of vulgar blood ."

PSA_130

2009-12-13T18:51:00.001-05:00

for the FIRST time, CARL JUNG WAS IN MY DREAM! he was sitting in a chair on the shore, he was very old, we walked by, his attention was elsewhere, I was granted a glance. I was with another old man, tall, fit, strong, well groomed, he was taking me somewhere, we walked past Carl and went into a forest, there was a small opening in the low canopy of foliage, an oval area of earth was recently upturned like an archeological dig or a grave, there was maybe an exhumed stone of some personal significance that I was shone? There was another dimension of the dream that came either before, or after, or both, a different location and interaction

PSA_129

2009-12-13T18:38:00.002-05:00

ENVIRONMAN
he is so GIANT
that when he swallows his VICTIMS
they are LOST in this VAST environment
he is..
ENVIRONMAN ! ! !

PSA_128

2009-12-10T15:56:00.000-05:00

If Art hangs in the forest and no one sees it, is it still Art?

PSA_126

2009-12-10T11:54:00.002-05:00

art lives through our experience of
(but is silenced by words that claim to pin it down)
if your critical tone tries to own what was shown
GO MAKE YOUR OWN DAMNED ART!!!

PSA_125

2009-11-28T23:11:00.000-05:00

what's the scam? how is this not a cop-out? you say you make stuff without thinking and claim to read into it after the fact? what have you read? have you ever learned ANYTHING from your art making? specifically? what is this game you play? is it what you say? is it a cop-out from saying anything? maybe you have nothing to say? maybe there is nothing worth saying? what does it mean to choose to say nothing yet make so much work? is that ok? should you be able to get away with that scam? is it a scam? are you scamming yourself? is there really nothing worth saying? what if you were forced to articulate a rational statement that was not fragmentary? could you? do you feel shame?

PSA_124

2009-11-26T00:01:00.002-05:00

There was once this psychotic artist who painted a curved line onto the surface before him. The brush soon arrived at the same point that it started. He had painted a circle at the peak of his troubled teens. He stared into the open circle for hours yet saw NOTHING. He decided to coat the edge of this portal, as if a fresh trace in new wet paint would give another chance at life. He saw nothing. "Maybe it's the damned drying paint!?" he clearly enunciated to no one. He decided that "..to keep the portal open, I must invigorate it's edge with wet paint constantly!" (his thoughts sometimes find his mouth and escape) When the brush made it's way through the start again he noticed that if he painted at that same even pace, the line would stay wet. He knew his arm was memorizing the motion, so soon his arm could paint the line without his attention, only then could he send ALL of his mental energies through the portal, to engage with what he seeks. Yet still, he saw nothing. His psyche became this process. The line defining the circle began to extrude away from the surface (from paint upon paint upon paint upon paint, etc.) The day he turned 87, he crawled into the long paint tunnel standing out from the wall, and made up for all lost sleep. The artscience curators built aesthetically unobtrusive crystal scaffolding to hold the weight of the artobject, they sealed the mouth of the tunnel with thick glass, they injected the cavity with clear resin, they drilled into the tunnel a matrix of LEDs to evenly light the interior with the sleeping old man. It has it's own dark, sound-canceled room in the museum. Busloads of feild-trippers are always mesmerized for minutes and pick it as "favorite". A picture of it was even printed in an art book once.

PSA_123

2009-11-25T23:16:00.003-05:00

a moment of silence to remember the 123

PSA_122

2009-11-25T23:09:00.003-05:00

make career out of going insane but never actually losing ultimate control!

PSA_121

2009-11-25T18:41:00.000-05:00

i can't feel the pea under the mattress
because the mattress is soaked with pee

PSA_120

2009-11-25T16:31:00.002-05:00

a statement of "TRUTH" is the ultimate LIE

PSA _119

2009-11-25T16:29:00.004-05:00

sometimes my reflection believes he is me
each one to the other he wishes to be

PSA_118

2009-11-25T16:28:00.000-05:00

a PROSER is a POSER ! ! !

PSA_117

2009-11-25T14:07:00.001-05:00

one foot swung past the other, then the other, again and again, the wet shag grass, whisping at the front then slashing under the bottom of my boot toes, wet fudge leather in a quick flash revealed a caramel sheild, it stayed for the ride for a handfull of strides, so i saw it as a sign, and i bent to reach at my foot to peal a wet golden leaf to hold to my face to read for anything that could tell me how to survive, i read the decay at the spine juxtaposed to two dots on either side not aligned, i found nothing inside, i wanted to save the leaf as a sign of fleeting hope despite realizing that salvation can never come from the outside, i dropped the leaf on the grass and moved on, each step denying the fall

PSA_116

2009-11-17T04:00:00.000-05:00

my god, this blog has NO integrity WHATSOEVER!!! what will this CREEP write NEXT?!? someone should have to FEEL SHAME for this USELESS HOGWASH!!! WHO ARE YOU?!? reading THIS?!? is THIS what it ALL comes too!?! i've traded a CABBAGE ROLL for a STARTLED HEDGEHOG!?!

PSA_115

2009-11-03T22:31:00.012-05:00

James Dean (1931-1955)
Jacques Derrida (1930-2004)
Are these the TWO names of ONE man?!?!
birth year 1930/1931? (offset for deliberate deception!?)
Did James Dean survive his supposedly "fatal" car accident in 1955?
Jacques Derrida supposedly got married in Boston in 1957, two short years after James Dean's "death"! In 1960 Jacques Derrida began teaching philosophy at the Sorbonne in Paris. In the following years, his prolific writings would DECONSTRUCT ALL!
YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME JACQUES/JAMES! I'D RECOGNIZE YOUR POUTY-FACED, POOPY-PANTSED, COOL-GUY-DARKNESS, ANYWHERE!!!! ANYTIME!!!!

PSA_114

2009-10-31T13:55:00.000-04:00

I paint all of my recyclables matte black before stacking them on the curb, so the trash man can get a taste of high-culture.

PSA_113

2009-10-29T11:43:00.001-04:00

the tidal wave of neglect chases me everywhere i go

PSA_112

2009-10-20T14:46:00.000-04:00

Q: "Why would art creators concern themselves with theory and philosophy? Should not art inherently express some unquantifiable values that these language bound disciplines can not quite pin down? If language can accurately define the values contained in art, why make art? Is theory a weapon AGAINST art? Is an artist's survival contingent on adopting a counter-theory weapon as defense (offense)? Can an artist "just make art", or do we have to read and talk all this crap just to to survive?"

PSA_111

2009-09-26T00:16:00.004-04:00

ode to that fly that lived with me for many days (Johnny)
Remember that day when I was eating the microwave scrambled eggs
and you landed to watch.
You were puzzled that I didn't swat, but talked to you in a friendly voice.
Every time the door opened, you could have gone away.
If you cared to examine the screened window,
you would have found a loophole to escape!
You could have gone to another microverse and betrayed my secrets,
but you didn't.
You stayed to be my friend, because i talked to you,
and gave you your very own egg crumbles.
Every morning you gently woke me with a playful face tickle,
eagerly awaiting a smile and warm greeting.
So many stretching hours of labor were witnessed by
this tiny black angel :
YOU JOHNNY!
You would change location to elicit my glance
at every desperate lonely moment
when I needed reminded
I am not alone.
I am loved!
I arose from a nap on the floor,
off my trash bag filled with dirty clothes,
from under the folded boxes,
and you were gone

PSA_110

2009-09-25T19:17:00.000-04:00

an artist needs to outrun theory to keep it irrelevant
if theory catches up to you, spit venom in it's face and keep running away!
if it catches you, it devours you
and you are no longer an artist

PSA_109

2009-09-25T16:45:00.002-04:00

don't exorcise the demons
do exercise the demons
they wont go away until you wear them out

PSA_108

2009-09-20T15:30:00.003-04:00

Q: "how much does the internets weigh?"
A: "the inverse carbon footprints of dinosaurs" (exactly)

PSA_107

2009-09-20T14:39:00.000-04:00

if a sin is carried by the male man
does the damn nation transfer

PSA_106

2009-09-19T14:17:00.001-04:00

Hi! I have to apologize because I ran out of postcards to mail, but I wanted to say hi! It's always surreal to be reminded of friends from childhood because it reminds me of forgotten moments like when we were going to actually film that "Piggy" death scene from Lord of The Flies in that rocky ravine between our houses. hahaha, and for some reason I always remember the Weeble Haunted House in your bedroom.

PSA_105

2009-09-19T00:43:00.003-04:00

so I was carrying around a 22 of Guinness at an art opening,
wrapped in a brown wax-paper tampon disposal bag from the unisex bathroom,
I thought it marked a transition into a post-feminist worldview,
but they all just thought I was just a perv

PSA_104

2009-09-18T19:00:00.001-04:00

I checked out your blog. I certainly see no reason you shouldn't pursue this blog writing racket. I realize that the audience of MY blog could (sometimes) only be only myself. For me, there is something I learn from articulating my inner experience into words, and there is some warmth in the potential that some other individual could care enough to actually read. This potential itself is worth the price of clicking the "post" button on your blog site. These are notes in bottles sailing into eternity :) ...geez, i am a corny fellow... Whenever you feel like expressing yourself, DO IT. It is our duty to break the SILENCE that fuels "THE MAN'S" ability to suppress and control. We are CO-CREATORS of reality. As individuals we are but one of a field of candles and culture is the wind that makes us seem the same until all individualities perish as merged into an inferno. ...whoah.. write on sister WRITE ON ! ! !

PSA_103

2009-09-12T14:14:00.001-04:00

how do you turn
"what am i doing? and why do i want to die?"
into
"why am i dying? and what do i want to do?"

PSA_102

2009-09-05T14:14:00.001-04:00

"black and white don't mean a thing
when you're standin' in line at burger king"
-potential misunderstanding of rapers outside my window

PSA_101

2009-09-04T16:10:00.002-04:00

lesson for today...
1) post the stupidest thing you've ever posted
ready
GO !

PSA_100

2009-09-04T15:12:00.004-04:00

ON THIS CENTENNIAL BLOGGE POSTING
I HEREBY DECLARE A STATE OF HIGH BLOGGE ARTISTRY
BLOGGE ARTISTE OF THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

PSA_099

2009-09-04T15:12:00.001-04:00

text missing

PSA_098

2009-09-04T15:11:00.001-04:00

scene missing

097

2009-09-04T15:05:00.000-04:00

I don't want to die.
I'm having a good time here.
I have turned my life into a heaven and I want to stay forever and ever
and keep on making with my hands and thinking with my brain.
I have grown quite fond of them and wish that we could be together forever

096

2009-09-02T00:09:00.003-04:00

YOU SEE SO ITS LIKE THIS OFFICER...
I HAVE SOME SILLY KIND OF MIND THAT DOESNT TEND TO STORE RECONSTRUCTIONS OF WHAT MAY HAVE NEVER HAPPENED SO WHEN SOMEBODY TELLS ME TO REMEMBER THINGS FROM THE PAST I MAY AS WELL FLOAT THROUGH A FANTASY AND BREATHE FREE OPEN AIR INSTEAD OF BURYING MY HEAD AT THE BOTTOM OF A HAYSTACK IN A PAINTING OF A PAINTING OF A PAINTING OF A PAINTING OF AN INTERNAL MODEL OF AN EXTERNAL REALITY FROM A ME THAT MAY NOT HAVE EVER EXISTED ANY YESTERDAY BEFORE A NOW THAT IS ABSOLUTE AND ALL CONSUMING THE PAST LIKE A FIREFLY ON THE SUN OF NOW A SMELL REMINDS ME OF ITSELF A SMELL THAT HAS SMELLED IDENTICAL DEEP IN THE PASTS UNBROKEN CONTINUITY UNTIL NOW IS LIKE ASKING FOR A PEBBLE TO REMIND YOU OF THE UNIVERSE THAT FLOWS THROUGH ME NOW AND I CAN FEEL IT ERODING EVERY MOMENT THAT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE HELD ON TO SAY THE WORD OBLIVION A SECOND ROUND WOULD BE BLIND TO REASON WITH THE REAL ME TRANSFORMING IN THE PREGNANT CESSPOOL OF TIME IN A TIME WHEN EVERY FOCAL POINT OF ATTENTION IS IN A WRITHING ECSTASY OF ITSELF I'M TRYING REAL HARD TO SUMMON A MEMORY OF A MEMORY ELICITED BY A SCENT BUT MAYBE I CAN WORK WITH THE SOUND OF MYSELF RUSTLING FABRIC AND FLESH AND RATTLING A GRID OF BLACK PLASTIC BUTTONS I REMEMBER THE FEELING TONE OF EVENTS BUT THE TEXTURES BURN AWAY TO NOTHING WHEN THEY SIT IN THE FLAMES OF SENSATION REMINDING ME THAT I AM HERE NOW I KNOW EVERYONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO SPEND ENOUGH TIME PRACTICING LOOKING INTO THE PAST BUT IT IS RARE THAT I AM SATIATED BY THE DIMMED EXPERIENCES OF MOMENTS WHEN I WAS ENGAGED WITH MY SURROUNDINGS IN ANY WAY NEAR OR EVEN FAR BEFORE NOW MY MEMORY REFUSES TO GIVE ME ANYTHING BUT EMOTIONAL FIELDS THAT RESONATE IN HARMONY WITH THE CURRENT OF MY CURRENT ATTENTION I GIVE AT THE COST OF ANOTHER NOW SLIPPING AWAY THAT I MAY FIND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR IS TO THINK OF AN EMOTIONAL EXPERIENCE AND FOLLOW IT IN TO THE EPICENTER TO SEEK A SCENT OR SOUND THAT CONVERSELY MAY REMIND ME OF THIS EVENT AT A FUTURE DATE THROUGH MY CONSCIOUS CONNECTION OF A PIECE OF THIS AND AT PEACE WITH THE FACT THAT THE YESTERDAYS HAVE GONE AND FADE UNTIL THEY BLEND MEMORIES TOGETHER LIKE A CONVERSATION IN A CROWDED RESTAURANT FILLED WITH CONVERSATIONS MAKING A CACOPHONY BEYOND A WISH OF DISSECTION WHY THE HELL IS THIS GIVING ME SO MUCH TROUBLE WHAT HAPPENED THAT FRIGHTENED ME AWAY FROM REMEMBERING THERE IS NO OVERARCHING TRAGEDY THAT RULES MY LIFE THERE IS NO REASON I CAN DREAM UP THAT EXPLAINS THIS DIFFICULTY WITH COMMON FUNCTIONS CONSCIOUSNESS IS LIKE A DISEASE THAT EATS AWAY AT THE THREAD THAT CONNECTS IT BACK TO ITSELF THIS BODY OF TEXT IS EVIDENCE OF THE REALITY OF MY CONDITION I NEED TO KEEP LOOKING AHEAD OR THE WIND UNDER MY WINGS WILL CEASE

095

2009-08-31T08:22:00.002-04:00

Citizenship in these "United States of America" has granted me the luxurious privilege of changing my socks and underpants at the dawn of every new day. Thank you sweet lady liberty.

PSA_094

2009-08-24T23:26:00.001-04:00

the bowl of chili looked to me like an unflushable toilet

PSA_093

2009-08-24T14:10:00.003-04:00

if you really want to trip the psyche
swig wacky liquor from the freezer

PSA_092

2009-08-24T13:07:00.002-04:00

well OFFICER... he's an "ARTIST"... this is just how he deals with the world. he only psychologically engages the public, never physically, NEVER. completely harmless to a fly

PSA_091

2009-08-24T13:04:00.001-04:00

do the "what ifs" scare you?
or ENGAGE you ! ! !

090

2009-08-23T21:29:00.001-04:00

the most liberating thing I have recently learned to say is...
"I am NOT an ARTIST!"

089

2009-08-20T09:45:00.003-04:00

the only thing between being a resident
and being a president
is a little bit of pee

088

2009-07-28T14:34:00.000-04:00

art as outside / a little girl with a speech impediment once told me that when she grows up she wants to be an "outist" / I want to start calling myself an outist / the word "art" seems to be tainted, much like organized religion has slain the spiritual

087

2009-07-27T03:53:00.001-04:00

save the ifs for when

086

2009-07-24T22:36:00.004-04:00

the sensation arose again, connected to moments in my youth, a sensation that makes the distance between the core of bone to the outer face of skin seem VAST, a feeling that I am GIANT yet still contained to the same frame sitting here, it is at once mental and physical, all consuming, alien to ALL sensation, this time it was centered from my upper jaw through my skull, through my arms into my massive hands, there is almost a taste sensation like my existence is permeated by a dull yet robust deep bitterness, I relate this in youth to sickness and medicine high, now it comes extremely rarely when I am thinking profound intellectual thoughts that point towards the unknowable, almost like when approaching the barrier between consciousness and beyond, the mental space becomes physical, a numinous numbness, I always feel drawn into it, like I want to cross the threshold and leave the physical world, like tasting a cavity in my soul

085

2009-07-21T11:31:00.002-04:00

at every turn I choose, why do we capitalize "I"s, no seriously? why not ME? Did you ever see that video of Buzz Aldrin REFUSING to "swear to god" that he had actually been to the moon? HE REFUSED. He went through extreme efforts to get away from the "conspiracy theory paparazzi" without uttering the simple words "yes" or "of course" or "you morons, didn't you see it LIVE on TV?" I am 'THE' NASA videographer (I am old as f'k) and it was I who took the FIRST STEP on the moon! I touched it FIRST! WHO do do think was holding THE CAMERA for the TV spot? The audio "This is one small step..." was a pre-recorded voice over! Do you think those dumb-ass-tronauts could make up such a genius phrase ON THE SPOT?!? I wrote dat sht! On da blacktop, breakdancin' wit' hop-scotch chalk in mah (*)

084

2009-07-14T22:04:00.005-04:00

you're the guy from the hamburger train, right?
you came from all the way over where the mustard bin's empty?
SEE, the obsession has me bound in razor wire's tightening.
so it seems, that sewing seams TOTALLY SUCKS!
been sittin' here ALL day
(he has integrated his cornered squat rocking routine into the cornflakes)
she did her hair all burnt and tattered into fire victim chic
burnt bows accents and a STANK that filt ANY room !
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
(song: purdy bubbles , purdy bubbles , you take me farther...
YEAH THE SONG ENDED ABRUPTLY, OKAY!?!
you're the guy from the hamburger train, right?
you came from the far side of the grill
fancy hair doos and fancy hare donts
Q: "What do you call it when the doggie is constipated?
A: "Doggie-dont!"

083

2009-07-10T18:51:00.004-04:00

YOU'D slobber all over the place TOO
if somebody injected MEAT POWDER into the side of your FACE!

082

2009-07-10T02:07:00.000-04:00

new quakey painting!!! LINK!!!

081

2009-07-08T18:17:00.004-04:00

i don't need coffee as much to wake me up before work
but i need a cup to wake me when i get home
all pooped from trying to be all that could be done
to save a flawed reality from crumbling in my hands
because like a house of cards
if it falls on your turn to touch
it is judged as your fault
instead of blaming the precarious reality that you were forced to meddle in
like transporting aged nitroglycerin through a china shop in an earthquake
i wish i could stay in bed and live in nightmares
because they at least end or change like channels
instead of this continuity of doom called living

080

2009-07-08T17:58:00.002-04:00

dyununehNEAHnuh-dhyenuhNuhnihNehnuhNehnuh
dyununehNEAHnuh-dhyenuhNuhnihNehnuhNehnuh
dyununehNEAHnuh-dhyenuhNuhnihNehnuhNehnuh
dyununehNAY! dyununehNAAY!
(if you can decipher what that guitar riff is, you must be crazy too!)

079

2009-07-05T00:35:00.001-04:00

buh...... BOOO!-dika-dika-dika-dika-dika
buh buh buh..... BOE!-fzzzzzz, BOOO!-dika-dika-dika, BAHH!-screeyeeyeeee
yaaayaaayyaaayaaayyaaayaaay!!!!!!!!
buh buh-b-b-buh buh-b-buh..... (etc)

078

2009-07-04T17:58:00.004-04:00

I am trying to get through a vast forest before dark,
but I'm transfixed momentarily by every square inch of bark.

077

2009-07-04T01:18:00.002-04:00

The ground is covered with leaves but I only saw four fall. / Push the buttons : release the bombs. Peel the flesh from the earth : start anew. / I am a fetus in my skull but the mouth of this womb is sewn shut. / The landlord of a vacant heart is willing to lower the rates. / I am a starving child opening a happy-meal box but only finding a toy. / It's like an angrily compassionate crowd at the edge of the dessert whipping full bottled waters at a dehydrated man. / Answer me NOW or I will close my eyes and cover my ears! / The wind blows hate into love. / Arbitrary words fill the silence just as well as intelligent inspired brilliance. / A good buzz always ends with a bunch of zzzzzzzzs.