alp horn – IT IN Place http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace Fri, 30 Jan 2015 18:02:02 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.9.15 Open to the mic http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2010/04/08/open-to-the-mic/ Thu, 08 Apr 2010 15:15:34 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=3647

Rabbit Run from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

now before I forget:

those not busy being born are busy dying.

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Brooklyn Warming http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2009/03/09/brooklyn-warming/ Mon, 09 Mar 2009 13:28:20 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=2806
I came upon this little landscape while walking under the BQE during the recent blizzard. I suppose the salt on the higway melted the snow and it dripped down and refroze here. It reminded me of the Alps and now reminds me of last week when it snowed in this week where it is spring-like warm.

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Pittsburgh Going Ashore – Pittsburgh Coming Aboard http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2007/05/22/pittsburgh_coming_ashore_-_pittsburgh_coming_aboard/ Tue, 22 May 2007 14:15:53 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/wp-content/archives/2007/05/pittsburgh_coming_ashore_-_pittsburgh_coming_aboard.html stellapit.jpgrelativityonion.jpg
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ABC is as easy as 1 2 3 as easy as Do Ray Me, you see?

Once I saw the changing of command on the USS Pittsburgh at Grotton, CT with my brother from a Bolex mother. When The Captain leaves the ship they blow a dog whistle and say: “Pittsburgh going Ashore.” It is as if the soul of the boat has left the boat. When The new Captain walks the gangplank, the dog whistle is blown in opposite progression and the Ensign speaks these magic jazz hand words: “Pittsburgh Coming Aboard!” and it is as if the boat is born again.

Me and Pat call melady Young Pas (or green onion in Korean, or Sly to the Midwesterners or Sylvie to you… etc.): Pittsburgh. She is the Captain my Captain. She is the queen of that little steel Swiss, but rusting Town in the middle of the Eastern Sea Board. I was throwing out all my old clothes yesterday and getting rid of all the wire and plastic hangers… nothing but wood is good quoath Pittsburgh and I concurred while wearing the buddhist Stettson and the silk guns and the Star Wars blasters still in the a tiny casket to be burried by the IRA somwhere beside the river Liffey. I tripped and fell upon a Bazooka shell full of old memories of Pittsburgh’s youth and there were steller shots of her as Stella amongst the stars and my street car named desire and some calling cards from old beaux and a shot of her leaning away from a dire wolf… him stealling kisses and trying to eat her heart out and I realize it is good to walk with pax but always have silk guns in a silk casket somewhere… the silent big stick as the Church on the Hill said, or was it The Mac daddy Author, or Ike? Yes Ike who I like if only because he said, “Beware the military industrial complex”… The king can speak the truth, but the wolves are still there… stealing kisses, and hearts, and gold, and souls.

I became quite green with jealousy looking at the explosive contents of the shell… and then I found a receipt for the first futon we ever shared and a letter I wrote to fair Pittsburgh in Pittsburgh when I was in the Tower of Pain and hats and song. It was not the most regal of things… a manic all night scrawl on yellow legal paper… but you know what? It was really a very romantic letter. It brought a single tear to my eye that dropped into the vast Atlantic… How can a shell hold such wealth I thought? For in that moment I realized that this was a contract signed thirteen years ago… So Why has it taken me so long to honor it and honor fair Pittsburgh?

… Because you see, I have been hiding in plain sight, playing the fool on the hill. Now it is time to wear the purple robes and take the crown that is mine. Today Pittsburgh. Tomorrow the world. It is my job to be her knight in shining armor coming to her emotional rescue on a fine Arab charger. It is my job to keep the dire wolves at bay. Hail Pittsburgh hail the Queen.
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I was at Freddy’s the night Sly Fox left for Las Vegas and I gave two guys my moleskin and said, “Make me a drawing, buy me a beer…sort of as a joke…and I went outside to smoke… when I got back they had drawn this and bought me a magic hat #9… it is names of the superbowl champion (two years in a row) Steelers from the seventies when I used to wear the black and gold slicker to protect me from the hard rain…. Coin see dances coincidences…. They were Pittsburgher… friends from many moons ago… reunited in the city on a drunkes Spree… fiddle di di.

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Drunken Boat http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2007/05/20/drunken_boat/ Sun, 20 May 2007 13:10:45 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/wp-content/archives/2007/05/drunken_boat.html
freeworld.jpgOh the honey and the wine and women and song did pour fourth from the mouth of a yellow whale, where I crashed upon the shore of some magnificent island populated by circe and her two sisters yin and yang. It was like the crystal noise from Zimmerman’s lyre and moaning of monica. There were the hebrews and the Romans and Celtic tribe as well, but I walked with silk guns and white arab charger to unite the world on one great drunken boat

or: I went eating and wine tasting at Tribecca festival. If you want to be treated well in life, I suggest you roll with beautiful Korean women, you’d be surprised what people will give you for free, just because of those lovely smiling eyes. Then off to the temple on the mount for Noahs Barmitzvah… havanagela and MORE wine and food and dancing of the horah and on and on. You cant make this sort of stuff up. It is just wild eyed JOY…. Be Attitude and Beat Less.
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This is Harry Twep… an Id character that I drew on a retreat when I was maybe thirteen years old, or so… ironic…. My mom scanned it for a my fortieth birthday card. She’s some kind of witch or something… I mean that in a good way.

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Miles of Alp Horn http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2006/04/18/miles_of_alp_horn/ Tue, 18 Apr 2006 23:53:40 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=531

The other night at Monkey Town Montgomery, the proprieter there was playing some music behind the slowed down 8 1/2. It sounded to me like it could quite possibly be Miles Davis from the Bitches Brew/In A Silent Way period, but also slowed down. It wasn’t (though I can’t remember what it was), but since seeing that funky busking alp horn, I’ve wanted to see what slowing down Miles would sound like… The idea of Miles on Alp horn seems appropriate as the whole idea of an alp horn is to send sound for miles.

I had to record the music with my video camera in order to slow it down in i-film (I have limited tools, okay) so the sound is a little buzzy, but I thought the image of a tree out my window fit right into the mood.

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