Threnody for Tristan Tzara

We had not seen or heard from Sam for a few days, so we walked over to his house to make sure he was okay. It was a beautiful, sunny day. November gold everywhere in the trees, in the vineyards. Off in the distance barking sanglier dogs. The sweet aroma of burning chêne and hêtre.... Continue Reading →

Aliens Com:mission

Sam handed me the typescript of a new piece he’s working on. My puzzled look. His patient answer. “Look,” he said. “I see it as a prompt for imagining. I have no desire to tell you what to feel or think. Take a moment. Get centered. Line at a time. Breathe. Let it work on... Continue Reading →

reading the old news

Significantly, after spending a morning and half an afternoon reworking the Carnival site, I had a strange interaction with the some old news which puzzled me because it wasn’t old at all. S1gntf1contly, none of them denied they hod the power to cHed th••r ,...: Thus, if we who o_re involved in promollng change in... Continue Reading →

ballade méchanique

ballade méchanique w1TH the Packmag electnr mutnr, a can of AmhtnizL three or tour flashlight u-lk. and a bit of cardboard, a very sctnccablc nmdvl clcctnc launch can be mada Buih from thr hut-s furnished 0n page 26 1t \\i|] be mull 1111111111 1-1 tun in a hath “m, yet “<11 be large 1 cnuugh... Continue Reading →

Bugarach

  Some dada for a Saturday This old photograph of Bugarach taken from the Col St. Louis a couple of years back got stuck to this Letter received with a fountain pen ordered from Japan (Seriously, decipher this and win a thousand). Dear sir/medal Yhulr 1w hr lvvvlnv (h! vwdx. In all A Ildc ruwa... Continue Reading →

Armistice Day

Armistice Day Notes on the drawing. This piece started out as simply an exercise in layering over an earlier work (the previous post, in fact), which the digital medium is good at. The end of the project came unexpectedly, though. When I popped in the photo-stamp, I had no conscious intention for how it would... Continue Reading →

Sweets and the Governor

Sweets and the Governor he was not about to give into the hectoring glances that the people threw his way whenever he went those days uncounted out of mind for that is just what they wanted him to think so he set his mind on distracting memories of lone neglected flights from the Coast to... Continue Reading →

Horace was alive

Horace was alive (Dada comic strip by Santos-Dumont.) Horace paused beside the road to Valdosta and watched a lone crow faltering and wondered what was allowed. No feeding crows, surely. Yet nothing would dent his powers of affection. He spoke but nothing he said made any difference to the crow or to the people who... Continue Reading →

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