yes,please

I'll be back, I'm going to run with wild ponies.

subway singer

Waiting for the train I listened to a man with many gums and few teeth pour out a haunting rendition of Knockin' On Heaven's Door. (This song is apparently a brooklyn favorite as I have heard it sung by many subway singers over the years) The train came and he joined my car, standing with a pug sized amplifier precariously wrapped around his body. His microphone was duct tape-strapped to a neck rack (the kind you see harmonica players use), and his puffed black coat swallowed him up pronouncing the guitar, hero of his story. He began to play tracy chapman's  baby can i hold you tonight, and moved a drunken man with swollen finger tips to applause and tears. I filled his hat with the change from my tips and watched him leave the car.

traps ease.the top 25 in dialogue

what ever you do, don't ever give up, so says this apple.

operatic suffering, a conversation between song titles

ride-a-way. a mother reads don quixote (an encryption)

illusions

This is my fledgling video. It is still in the works. It is a visual representation for the piece i wrote, Illusion. The music at the end was written by me and m.l. before we were One Another. It is a clip from a song called Wall. I'll post the finished video hopefully in the next month or so.

catbearmouse

steamsheep, one star shining.

aqueduct

life or theater?

Lynda Barry

I met Lynda Barry today. She told me that drawing is what keeps us alive, and that it keeps us from killing other people. 

The drawing above was inspired by Charlotte Salomon, you can see the original image here. http://www.jmberlin.de/charlottesalomon/en/vorspiel.html

follow the line excerise, heavy water.

yes, yes, yes, totally meaningless Or mimetic is not a feeling part 2.

As a supplement to this drawing I would like to offer the following formulas:

mimicry = love?
love + mimicry = love

aura? ritual.

I've been thinking about Benjamin's take on "aura"in art, the elements particular to a piece of art.  Benjamin would argue that this virtual space, the blog, removes the aura present in the drawing's original form. The back and forth exchange between the observer and the work is mediated causing a break with the aura. Aligning myself with Benjamin makes me a luddite, I think. But I agree that mediation through film, photography, and the internet does change the structure of perception.
    So I will hold tight to my exchange rituals. While attending a zine workshop last night, I exchanged drawings for two zines, all auras intact and smiled on Walter Benjamin.