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dreaming

 
snuggled up in the small of vermont
pines, clapboards and newspapered insulation.
my fleece, my dozing retriever,
 
dreams on.
 
 
snow chills the breeze,
embers heat my hearth.
So.
 
i meditate. on the popping,
the crackling of the kindling.

Poetics

Poetic License

 

I was a poor nigga

Now I’m a ______ nigga

You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas

In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny sistas

Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s

 

New York gay boys, copy fashion magazines,

Or tv streams, or str8t acting dreams

Fuckin’ around like there’s no more disease

Fuckin’ around like we’ze on shootin’ sprees

I’m from North Cackalacky, but  got an east coast swagger

See me I got the arts and letters, BFA dagger,

I get up on the stage, point from left to right

Pushin on my actors just to get it fuckin’ right

Feel em pullin out your tears, make you laugh and holler

My muses, with my guidance, make you throw down mighty dollars

See Niegel play fa keeps, and Niegel stay wit heat

I can’t go commercial, they love my avante-garde beats

I’m a real artsy man, a MOMA loves me man

Don’t make me put you in a participatory art thing man

Walkin’ to Detroit, Still bring my queer vibe

Niggas screaming faggot, we gonna skin yo skinny hide

 

I was a poor nigga

Now I’m a ______ nigga

You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas

In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny Sistas

Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s

adapted from 50cents ‘Poor Lil Rich’

Dream Five

“Evoking Feeling” – Dragana Skrepnik 

  1. I was in a Condo converted into an art gallery surrounded by the owner’s private collection of sculptures and paintings and some of her own original paintings. The colors were rich hues: aqua, jade, amber, blonde, rust, bronze, cinnamon. I was surrounded by her passion, her love and care, and I had a private viewing/relationship with all the pieces.
  2. I was in a shower in the condo. Again aquas and jades surrounded me – the tiles. The water was warm, but almost like aloe vera, it didn’t make my skin dry.
  3. I was rushed out, her husband was coming home.
  4. Rain, rain rain. I was wearing tennis shoes, and walking through a deep public square with several inches of water sloshing around my feet. But I didn’t care. I was in Paris or Florence and people were sitting out in the rain, on the steps, in the plaza. And there were fireworks.
  5. I lost my sense of direction. I was alone.

 

take a bow

I’m afraid I will be left behind. The progressives will scoot past me veering toward roads not taken, as I sit comfortably nestled in my partner’s arms zoning out to the X factor. Meanwhile, that other queer black artist dude is sucking at the teet of Rose-Lee Warhol Jones. And then, I’ll turn around, my hair grey and my child marching off to college. I’ll hold my partner a little closer – acknowledging my most meaningful performance: “the shoulder you leaned on.”

You Make It, I Take It

“The striking thing about all consumer products — and none more so than electronic devices and applications — is that they’re designed to be immensely likable. This is, in fact, the definition of a consumer product, in contrast to the product that is simply itself and whose makers aren’t fixated on your liking it. (I’m thinking here of jet engines, laboratory equipment, serious art and literature.)”

Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts.
By Jonathan Franzen, NY Times 28 Sat 2011 

Professional Touchstones

The Wooster Group, Robert Lapage, Augusto Boal, Suzan-Lori Parks

TOTAL DETROIT

Total Detroit: MONUMENTAL: “Bodies & Sculpture & Detroit”

HOW TO STEAL LIKE AN ARTIST (AND 9 OTHER THINGS NOBODY TOLD ME)

steal this

Association

A desert house – to the west: the horizon
                           to the east: the mountains
                           and I am dancing in the desert
                           and I am nude
                           and I make figures in the sand w/ my feet
                           as I dance.
           
            I am photographed.
            I am photographed.
                    photographed.
                    photographed.
                    photographed.
            I am held on the patio, by Robert.
            I am nude.
            I am holding our baby son, I am being held.
Our son is leaving for college.
            He is assured and we are all already missing.
            He drives, we wave.
I read, Robert plays the video game.
Robert & I dance in our living room.
             We are visible through our glass walls.
             A caravan of cop cars surround the house
             and the cops draw their guns
             and the captain draws his bullhorn:
                        “The two men dancing must stop their dancing!”
             We dance
             We dance
             They shoot
             We dance
             Their bullets fly and their bullets turn to flowers
             And the flowers fall at our feet.
             We dance
             We dance
             My spirit flies, it flies out and it watches.
Our son returns & Robert collapses into his arms
Our son returns & holds Robert
                          & comforts Robert
                          & my spirit watches.

SO FRESH & SO CLEAN CLEAN

WALK DETROIT!

BuildingsofDetroit.com is a two-person effort by historians, author Dan Austin and photographer Sean Doerr to spread awareness of Detroit’s architectural history.

The Blind

The Blind
2002
Photocopies and Tape
 

Snow Day

on to the breach