Monday 28 March 2011

Recollecting Remnants of Penumbras, Posthumously.

Lautreamont, water front, my mind is a balcony
where songs of alchemy and diaphragms are carved from otherworldly verse.
We find ourselves with ancient Inca masses and inexpensive curves
rushing waves of pre-existence breathing
flooding over birth mark water tones.
I ask these astral corridors questions; "Where is being? Why is light?"
I've spent my lifetime looking for the moon
when all I needed to do
was flip the cerebral trigger.
It all went film noir horoscopic introspective
analogy emit the involuntary frequency green.
Impressions of directional movements
of words and rhythm
tic tac
tragic magic
blue chocolate increase
Hubba
Bubba Other
The self,
the self,
the shelf.
Stuff can move! / Albert Camus!
and all these Freudian-throwing-things.
Big cyan singing, split syntax of night
the air is the thigh of receptiveness.
We charm the snakes of eloquent technologies
to the extent of inevitable ineffability,
and semantic lamp shade twilights.
Impenetrable smoke rings
expansive undertones blinking
hysterical hysteresis expounding
the unpronounceable palimpsests of negatives.
The God of the gaps
repeating full fat dreams;
A knife.
A knife!
A substrate!

The edible liquid plant that so often perverts the Ultra Mega.
We place noise upon noise upon noise upon noise upon,
dismantling the contents of our bodies onto sofas.
Erecting linear slow motion galloping
alongside logic evoking
60% suicide
whilst the rest
is unimaginable.
Susceptible over harp.
Sound castles, I support all of these conventions!
No one has ever seen so clearly as I,
this blind, grinding whiteness.

The corridor speaks, as tranquil as bird and fever, astronomy
and upwards current,
independent ceiling heartbeat,
the earth
unmasked.

We bathe in the astral delinquencies of florescent belief and phantasms of poetry.
By 11 o'clock
we are reincarnated
detached
with wings that can't be grasped.

Tuesday 8 March 2011

New Ventral store open.

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BUY NEW COLLAGE PRINTS


Stretched canvases
Digital prints
Ipod & laptop skins
Iphone & Ipad covers
tees & hoodies.


Buffalo '66



One of the best films I've seen for a long time.
Written by, directed by, and starring Vincent Gallo.



Gallo also performed in a post-punk band, GRAY, in 1980's New York at the age of sixteen, that also included band member
Jean Michel Basquiat.
The band also recorded some of the soundtrack for Edo Bertoglio's NY Beat film, 'Downtown '81, starring Basquiat and chronicling his influential graffiti art under the pseudonym, SAMO.


11th February : Untitled

I feel a sense of comfort in the clouds of this month,

I haven't eaten fajitas for over two weeks,

I have a turquoise Sharpie around my neck

I feel a new found liberation within these four walls

with images of nature

trapped in 2 dimensions

like smoke overlapping in a jar

I feel entertained by simply observing

the aspects of transience.

It's gives me a sense of slow release

similar to valium.

Your family is visiting at the weekend

And I am simply happy at the prospect

of drawing pictures with your sister.


A poem without a title, but including the word 'love'.

"Do you like the fact

that I sometimes

consider myself

a poet?" He asked.


"Yes." She replied