The East Side
the butter
a dose is a dose makes a dose
the ele spoke

no one reads this anyway

Guernica

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he’s a painter, or ears if he’s a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he’s a poet, or even, if he’s a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he’s at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heartrending, fiery, or happy events, to which he responds in every way ... No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.
- Pablo Picasso
I fell in love with this painting when I was living on Calle Huertas in Madrid. I would find any excuse to go to the Reina Sofia and spend time in the wide open room wholeheartedly dedicated to the Guernica. The painting is in response to the German/Italian attacks on Guernica in Basque country, Northern Spain during the Spanish Civil War. I like to view at as the international anti war metaphor; it's the pain inflicted on people of war, particularly on civilians during war. Its an embodiment of peace.. and tis beautiful!

Why do you look so sad?

music

MUSIC is the art that comes closest to the Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting but who can't help but to get drunk on Beethoven's Ninth, Joni Mitchells' Blue, or Charles Mingus' Mingus Ah Um?
Make no distinction between pop and classical. The distinction: just old fashioned and critical; its all a liberating force from loneliness, introversion, the dust of the library.

snacks talk

If the Pharaoh's daughter hadn't snatched the basket carrying little Moses from the waves, there would have been no Old Testament, no civilization as we now know it. How many ancient myths begin with the rescue of an abandoned child! If Polybus hadn't taken in the young Oedipus, Sophocles wouldn't have written his most beautiful tragedy.

Yes, metaphors are dangerous. No, metaphors are not to be trifled with.

lunch talks

is there a means to test which decision is better? but, there is no basis for comparison. we live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is like a sketch. No, sketch is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline for something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.

breakfast talks

is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? the heavier the burden the closer life comes to the earth, the more real and more truthful it becomes. the absolute absence of a burden causes us to be lighter than air, to take leave of the earth and its earthly being, and become only half real, our movements as free as they are insignificant.

what then do you choose? lightness or weight?

Just Another Moral Dilemma

you: that poor little boy. maybe you could have taken him to the hospital.

bloodbuzzOhio: blank faced and pale

you: How could you just stand there when someone is dying? ...Just stand there? You could have been helping them.

Ohio: I was helping; I was taking their picture.

you: how is that helping them?!

Ohio: to show the world. If it weren't for people like me who would know? Who would care?

you: so you do nothing... just film.

Ohio: the camera is there to record life. Not change it. People perish in this world. Thats life. It's horrible and its unfair --but there is nothing we can do about it.

you: you could have saved him, a whole crew was there.. just watching.

Ohio: the camera was there. you can't expect photographers to step into the frame and fix things they don't like. We're supposed to capture truth, not stage it.

I'm just there to take pictures.

sidenote on alchemy:

our currency consists of cut down trees and mined minerals
endless stumps shadow precancerous lumps
growing over fields of mushroom patches
we consume the dread of endless doom
they produce the endless working class
put your money where your mouth is
i know your work can be tiring
but positivity polarity plural
will push the pack forward
into a golden age of enlightenment
no more wishing the fire plum to be eaten
only hoping for two to tango and three to share this mango
and the salsa pattern you tapped on your thigh made me cry
because the world has it's signs
the roses rare rumba
fell victim to slumber
don't let it dampen your light source
the essence of caring is peace love and sharing
tupi had enough of this longing so they went to the air waves
in attempt to create free sound by caring for human feelings




more potions at wizardspit.blogspot.com

art for the soul

update on the best art I have seen lately:
more on vahge.com/work

“Between your village and mine, there is a dot and a line. The line says, there is no entrance, and on the dot, this road is closed…because these things do not exist, rather, they have been drawn so that your hunger and mine remain always separated.”
--Anonymous, Latin American folk song.

{there are over 60,000 immigrants serving in the armed forces}

Wall Street OMENS

Soon to come:

Wall Street was originally created to keep the Native Americans out of the cosmopolitan city that was being constructed; nowadays that very same street is keeping the majority of America's money in the hands of financial lobbyists. Essentially the street is once again, keeping the poor and underprivileged estranged from justice.

More to come on that in that near future... but for now amuse yourselves with this:

http://longclaws.bandcamp.com/

A true gothic beauty

Last night I saw Zs, skeletons, nine eleven thesaurus, and extra life play at the silent barn in just barely queens. First things first, silent barn must be where the saying don’t judge a venue by its cover came from. Seemingly just another apartment opens up to pandora’s box of psychedelic art and a fusion of rythyms, couches included. Unfortunately I missed Zs, which is a shame cause that sax player is one of the most interesting musicians to observe.. When I came in Skeletons was doing a fusion of their usual style with a hip hop twist. Extra Life is what really blows silent barn into another realm with their dark and complex medieval pop music. The singer, ex-Zs and ex- Dirty Projectors, puts that heady instrumental style from Zs together with a theatrical and dramatic voice/chant to create A true gothic beauty. The show was the last of their U.S. tour, and also the release party for their new album, entitled made flesh. Anyways, it was a great night, good vibes, oh and lady gaga was there.

GYPSY TRIX

Trix is a trick on top of a trick, and its all they know. Humans innate nature to care? Debatable. Humans innate nature to catch a flying baby? I'd say yes. And if there is one thing gypsies get its humans innate nature; if money is dropped you pick it up, if you're given something for free you take it.. they have the most elite degree in human tendencies. I mean gypsies have been exploring human ways since mankind has ceased to exist. Generation to generation the wisdom merely multiplies, and nowadays gypsies are trickier tricksters than ever.

Some lessons to learn:

1. If you are getting off the train in Rome, keep an eye out for flying babies (well, better yet, keep an eye out for stuffed blankets carefully constructed into baby features.) The best thing to do (cause lets admit it no one is actually going to let the blankets fall... i mean WHAT IF it is a real baby this time) so the best thing to do is be hands free. For awareness purposes, we'll enter inside the mind of a gypsy: "We will throw the baby in hopes of the rich travellers to drop their bags and catch my baby."

Trickster trick #2: Do not accept the bracelet! Do not accept the hand woven bracelet unless you want a talking shadow on your stroll through Paris.

Trickster trick #3: Maybe accept the ring. Gypsies tend to be uneducated, and well stupid, so they very well might pickpocket someone and try to give you that pickpocketed goody in exchange for a coke. In my case the Coke was worth a $500 silver ring and a tricky smile at the Louvre.

---but i actually really do like gypsies, and their tricky mentality---- i especially like travellers which aren't exactly gypsies--- but they rule at trixxxx.

on a good day

They say there is no such thing as a self less good deed. But I must say it is not pleasurable to turn your skin inside out, to show the world the inner workings of your emotions, and to raise your poetry to sync with your reality. Not only to personify your poetry, but to publicize that poetry leaving it open for the world to criticize. Joni took off her makeup, lived as a shaman for a year; she comes back to the city and puts every ounce of emotion into her rhythmic poetry of the album Ladies of the Canyon. Joni made her emotions public in this album, subjecting herself to the greatest vulnerability. Her friends said don’t, they told her to re think the album, they said, “save something for yourself.” She did anyways, and reached the heart of millions at the sake of her own heartache.

Only the deepest meditation can write like this

Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star and I said constantly in the darkness. Where’s that at? if you want me I’ll be in the bar.

On the back of the cartoon coaster in the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada. Oh Canada with your face sketched on it twice.

Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling and I would still be on my feet. I would still be on my feet.

I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I’m frightened by the devil and I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid I remember that time you told me love is touching souls, surely you touch mine cause part of you pours out of me from time to time.

You’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling, still I’d be on my feet. I’d still be on my feet.

I met a women she had a mouth like yours she knew your life she knew your devils and your deeds she said go to him stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed. Oh but your in my blood you’re my holy wine oh your so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you still id be on my feet, id still be on my feet.

Directly after the release of Blue, Joni says she was at a point that if anybody “looked me in the eye, I would start to cry.”

On a good day you can feel my love for you.

The First Noble Truth

Perhaps I am expecting things of the world that I have no right to expect. Perhaps I am clinging too strongly to one part of my world, thus losing touch with the total picture.

Bienvenidos

Considering I have told absolutely no one about this blog, I suppose its more of a journal than a blog. The only reason I don’t maintain my actual journal is because I will lose it, I will lose it and then I will be devastated. Whereas a blog is somewhat permanent (scary) but I figure I would have a hard time losing a website. The blog that has become a journal is rather a diary of things I see, whether it be while freestyle walking the city streets or the many visions of my head.

For any weirdo that has some way hacked their way here: Enjoy.

Camelopardalis

Camelopardalis is a giraffe as a mystical and faint constellation in the northern sky (it's usually seen directly above cherry hill at the highland known as brazil.) Or in the yellow palace.

did that, done that, lets go.

PEace sign: Semaphore for nuclear disarmament. 

Semaphore is the language of people with flags, N is symbolic of a person with both hands down, and D is a person with one hand straight up and one straight down.

THE NANOSECOND CULTURE

 The Beginning: Computer technology was designed to free us from the almighty dictator, the clock.  Instead, the computer has changed human's relationship to time.  

The Nanosecond Culture: never before has time been organized at a speed beyond the realm of consciousness.  Long time computer users oscillate wildly between two time worlds.  They become embedded into the time world of the computer, and less able to readjust to the temporal norms of the traditional clock culture.  They become victims of a new form of temporal schizophrenia, caught between two distinctly different temporal orientations. 

P.S. Nowadays “On-Line Addiction” is noted as an actual disease.  Therapists can now get degrees in Internet Addiction, and students at some Universities are forced to take an assessment to rate their Internet dependency.

escape now cause the internet is still a baby.