Monthly Archives: October 2013

Willoughby Wakes Up

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willsad2willsad4willsad5Willoughby wakes up and willoughby turns on the news and willoughby sees that Lou Reed is dead and Willoughby thinks of the first time he heard Lou Reed and tries to figure out when he will die vis a vis Lou Reed’s life expectancy.  He tries to cross reference heroin and cocaine use against his own Budweiser and cigarettes.  He grows weak.  He says, “I don’t want to die” to no one in particular and then turns over in bed again half asleep half listening to the news about a dead Lou Reed.willsad

Later he sits up to think about coffee and he says, “I don’t want to die.”

Breathless

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Some collages, etc I’ve been doing for the fuck of it and in the middle is a xerox that literally blew up to my feet in Willliamsburg.  I think it was some sort of poster for a band.

Taxi BQE

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I was coming home in the taxi when I called you and you were already home and getting ready for bed and so I hung up and asked the cab driver where he was from originally and he said, “Egypt” and so we spoke of pyramids, and the Old Testament, and Islam, and Israel and Palestine and terrorism and when we’d exhausted all that we spoke of dogs.  He said his pit bull was having a bad allergic reaction to something in the Autumn air, or ground.  His skin was all inflamed and the dog took to licking its paws to try and stop the itch.  The dog’s paws were now a bloody mess and he’d scratched his belly raw in great spasms of back leg sharp claw digging.  They had to put the  dog’s head in a huge plastic cone.

“Space Dog,”  I said

“Yes, like a space dog, exactly.”

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It was nice to agree on something and we whisked through the Brooklyn night home to where I pet the dogs and checked their paws just to be on the safe side.

 

Death Cards For Willoughby

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double_u UU sends cards for dead Mexican Kings my way and it made me think how much I’m playing cards these days.  I’ve been spending a lot of time editing Cage with Dave S. and that feels like a poker game half the time.  I’ve also been trying to storyboard Willoughby which feels like a card game too, in the sense of discreet rectangle pictures laid out like solitaire.  More hands to come!

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Last of a Dying Breed

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Vito and friends eat up Williamsburg and environs. Music is a couple of guys playing banjo and fidel from across the tracks at the Metropolitan stop on the L and G. It really created a great vibe. Folks were dancing with eachother from platform to platform. NY is nice in the fall sometimes.