Category Archives: abstract

Without Memory

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Brooklyn rising up in ocean purple fiction, crossing detail.
The Waitress smiling, hopping, hoping sangria slice.
Step branching around when spoken needles speak cannibal –
Entranced by Princess and a pea.
Flocking scribbles running wishbone assembly.
Light Hanging on drop gas.
Steeple steeple shinning, houses ghost story.
Brick and maple divinity lost glasses.
Signs, paintings, trophies spinning softly tulips.
Tiger running out minimal mash up detour.
Orange star dragon mountains –
Refined big bananas bloom pink fur phone reflection.
Wash hair enclosed chess horse zebra.
Zuzu’s Petals, missing lock sprung cat.
Stuffed school sport trees willing into existence perfect living guns and butter –
Reminds distressed turkey turning bananas.
Inflates power lit large.
Piped pitched paper bag lion remembers saying nothing and hoops the fix.
Spiral seeking one thousand parapets.
Ulysees granted sirens.
Bather hunted haunted rising setting rising out of piled out blue.
Held onto patiently – meeting wiggers becoming without memory

NOSTYLGIA

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Things keep getting codified into the opposite of what I wanted from blogging and e publishing in general…. well I’ll have to get over it and see if I can still make some IT IN posts. Right now I have Nostylgia…. which is some sort of graffiti nothingness about dischord as far as I can tell. The video here i just a haze of moments form the year wrapped up to suggest a way of editing a longer movie that seems to have stalled. But we are caged so how do we break out? I don’t know, but, I’m thinkg I finished a short (three month) animation tonight… so life moves on.

Boxed Flowers

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found this old start for a buddy pick about living on the east side of manhattan where everything is a brick, Moses, Stalanist, Shit box for about twenty blocks… from Stuytown to Chinatown

LENZ

X: What’s with the camera?

Y: Just act naturally.

X: I am acting naturally. It’s perfectly natural to ask someone sticking a camera in your face what he’s up to (beat) What’s with the camera?

X: I’m making a video.

Y: No kidding?

X: Do something.

Y: Smacks camera

X: Don’t hit the camera.

Y: I was acting natural.

X: I refuse to believe you have a violent nature.

Y: Believe it.

X: No.

Y: Believe It! (threatening)

BOXED

Next shot is of opposite character. Camera is out of focus looking around.

Y: (talking from behind camera): How do you work this thing? What’s this do.

X: That’s the zoom. Don’t touch that…..

Picture comes to rest at a box of books at the foot of X.

Y: What’s with the box?

X: Books.

Y: I can see that, but where are you going with them?

X: Going to sell them so I can buy more tape. The book is dead. Video is the new novel.

USED BOOKS.
X has camera again as Y digs through the box of books in front of a bookstore

Y: I can’t believe you’re going to sell this (Maybe Gatsby). It’s a first edition.

X: It’s not a first edition. It’s a copy of the first edition from the fifties.

Y: It’s old.

X: I’ve read it.

Y: It’s a beautiful copy.

X: They’re all beautiful copies…. But it’s worthless.

Y: How can you say that?

USED BOOK STORE.

Clerk: I’ll give you two bucks for Gatsby.

X: Fine.

Y: Two bucks? Are you nuts. It’s a first edition.

Clerk: No. It’s a reissue from the fifties. But it has a nice binding. That’s why I’m offering two bucks.

X: Fine.

Y: I’ll give you five.

X: You want it?

Y: I’ll give you ten bucks (pulls out a twenty)

Clerk: I’m not going to give you ten bucks for the whole box.

X: Fine… Hands Y the box.