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Scrapbook assembly: “My Big Drawing and Art Book”, 1996

Scrapbook: assembly "My Big Drawing and Art Book" (made circa 1996)
Scrapbook: assembly “My Big Drawing and Art Book” (made circa 1996)

Note: this is possibly the first scrapbook i personally constructed and bound in the (vaguely) Japanese-style, meaning horizontal format, side bound and sewn. Created in the bookbinding and print shop (featuring the former-State-of-Washington moveable type press) on campus of Evergreen State College, Olympia, WA.

In this workshop, i learned a variety of bookbinding and printing techniques, many of which came together in this piece (a series of 4 or 5 almost identical) including the letterpress typeset tricycle and text-type. Several were probably given as gifts as is my habit, others are filled with sketches, schemes, doodles and musings. The paper stock used in the block was not robust enough to handle paints or scrapbooking per se.

Plenty more artifacts created during this time, perhaps other will appear in subsequent documentation.

Witnessed Own Autopsy

Autopsy etc. table, wood (Kerala)
Autopsy etc. table, wood (Kerala)

On a hardwood slab I witnessed
My very own autopsy
Carved by Portuguese explorers
In the 16th century

Chipped out my draft obituary
On a petroglyph red canyon wall
Will be covered up soon enough
By flooding rivers and reservoirs

Guilt, grief, cold and sorrow
Ride in the seats beside me
Loss settles in, ticket punched
Ready for the full night ride
In which sunrise last forever
Evidence of absence of time

Roll past all the caskets
Rotting for eternity
There is “really nothing inside“
But exhume just to see

Vasco’s bones are dug up
And carried to his home
I’ll leave yours in the ground
And sit beside alone

I’ll read you endless poems
By Whitman, Baudelaire and Keats
Bring flowers black like coffee
Open like the Chinese fishing nets

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78
Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing, invisibility, loneliness, depression, anxiety, being lost, trying to not be found, trying to find white space to invigorate… Sometimes these weave together, other times (perhaps) each remain exclusive.

Gord Downie, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski and me all try to figure out the nuance in different ways atop Turkish street music, trains from Kerala and Moncton, and various ephemeral music snippets.

Prepare to vanish with: Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78 (23MB, 16:25, 192k mp3, stereo)

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Lost in New York

Bongo drums and rucksack
LSD walk all night
Turning corners arbitrarily
To bump into strangers apparently

They’re lost too
but refuse to admit
Because they want to act
tough and smart

Name dropping pretences
and shit

“I hitchhiked here”
you explain
Came from west of the Rockies
But Ohio, Utah, Idaho
To them, it’s all the same

Can you name all the bridges
Which allow you to escape?
Up the Hudson Valley, the Hamptons
Or forgotten uncle
Somewhere on a cape

Evidently, a fisherman
you haven’t seen in years
You say to the drag queen
at a loft party over beers

Turned a corner, bump into a dialogue
With David Letterman waiting for a cab
He likes the Dodgers chances this year
You think he invites you along

But turns out he’s talking to a monkey
Talking back to no one
except for a chimpanzee
Waiting for an audition
To play you on TV

Pastrami sandwiches
And streetcart knish
Meatpacking sounds funny
3 AM falafel’s are delicious
Simple things are easier
To make truth and wishes