autumn signs

1. Harpsie, morning photo...


2. ... and the field of Canada geese, sunbathing before their Jurassic flight south.


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cartograph

Day one notes from Spindleworks mapping & psychogeography project...


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'Been waiting for a girl like you

(note the subtle winking compass, upper right hand corner...)


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an update from iOS7

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A rebellion was underway...

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not inclined for this day, but maybe tomorrow could be more knuckled

New acts, whatever they may be, settle for less in the forward apt, taking tines and making for teeth in rows of unrest, not qualifiable, and nowhere near as golden-oldie hue that you'd muster or reckon those masticating points were all about, as said points were mere periods, tiny typewritten dots, minuscule, practically unimportant, or seemingly as such, when in fact those ambling little spots, specks on the course of a sheet of paper or tree-lined boulevard from yesteryear's sepia-soaked coffee hangover, had cues and uses unknown and, likewise, quite emeritus, still functioning after eons having scored all those soapy cloths, wrenched earnings and dissertations, glum face after glum face, piled on like standup comedians, each and every one of them, all in a formidable line, coughing puns that only pass from the lips of the young, tightening their belts to provide winds of ample gas passage to toss onto the podium, topple the lectern, and shit milky mewling responses to denture-wearing might, without repent or kindness, moralities still in-wait, and ultimately lost, a sauce and brew of weekly periodical stammering that, given enough time, would appear memorable, as if trapped in a loop where it all sounded at once brazen and comfortable, but was merely penultimate to the shock of the old, a foolish notion so dear and frail, pecked by birds and dirty underwear, sheathed in hangnails and mustard-colored file cabinets, lowing softly, reminding itself that it still had currency, but new growths had replaced everything in a pallor of aluminum and autumn breath.

frot wit ailure

got things goin' man...

CONUNDRUM, where the flummoxing happens

Eel of a Steel

(packaging for our entry to the Museum of Microcassette Art)

crinkle-trope

Huso Sighting, Allston, MA 2013

1. bungle
2. frown
3. remove
4. and 
5. reapply

fetching to kick...

busy scribbles... Boston Children's Museum

Poem by Gordon Marshall

Smokey's

I don't want nothing
I'm just sick of being
Alone, so I go out
Tonight, throw

The stone a couple
Miles up the road,
Out west to Lower
Allston, 'cross

The t-pike, Cult & Leper
And Crank, the crazy sturgeon
With black caviar
In her soul

Rocking in a chair
Like old granddad
Sipping on a bottle of the stuff
Out on the porch of Smokey's

When your('re) down(s) are up(pers)

today 0 0
yesterday 0 0
Tuesday 10 2 3
Monday 09 0 0
Sunday 08 0 0
Saturday 07 0 0
Friday 06 0 0
Thursday 05 2 2

prenatal # (b) apt, gobble "D"

apt normal # narc

under tones, highly; upkeep on the down low

dinner for...

... two, lawn comma?

this should have preceded the previous post...

(... found somewhere on the internet. About 15 minutes before I started setting up for my show, I was asked by the kindly promoters if I was doing anything in the performance that might be construed as objectionable. You know, using swear words, exposing male parts -- i.e., genitalia, espousing Republican values, so forth. I found it kind of interesting to later come across this little safety warning label from the local newspaper... weird. Now and again, there are these tight-lipped reminders that we still dwell in a ridiculously puritanical society. I mean, sure, this IS the dominant culture in the USA. What is pervasive is how it infects the art scene. Even in such a lovely and gentle group of young folks who operate with nothing but the best intentions and most open of minds. Solutions, anyone?)

11.11.11 revisit

findings, after a night so loud

Thine day hath sunk.



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housekeeping huso

murms/erroars

Part 1. Stalker caught on tape.




Part 2. Fingerprints and/or post-show testimony.







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