The idea occured to me as I watched a documentary on the British strategy at Yrpes. The British held an ugly little bulge for two years. The bulge provided three positions (front side and side) from which the German artillary and snipers could fire at the British. On the surface, it seemd like a tactical disaster, but the whole time, the British were using the world’s best coal miners to dig mine shafts under the German trenches (high on a strategically key ridge along the Somme) then taking six weeks to fill the tunnels with high explosive and then at three in the morning on June 6th 1916, detonating the entier ridge at Ypres – creating the world’s largest man made explosion on earth up untill that point and maybe untill Hiroshima. It killed 25,000 German Soldiers in seconds (burrying many with their heads sticking out of what had been trenches… the earth squeezing in on them like a vice). The British rushed in and took 3,000 yards of terrain, including a third of the ridge. It seems like peanuts in a post Blitzkrieg world, but was a monumental shift in the theater of WWI…

a truley demented act of human Folley… the war to end all Wars… and the Gods Shrugged: “HA”.
The books here are finishes of starts by postrme1962 for the Library.

I thought I’d reshow Remmy’s
Moby Bop video in honor of it making the daily reel top ten. It fits in nicely with some recent Library work from:
1 godalwayshungry and Tony Van Den Boomen 2
gundunasu u zeneize 3 potsrme1962 4 Neuk

This photo collage is from a portrait series I did of Richard Serra, when he was Installing Torqued Elipses at Go Go‘s in 1997? I think…. I photographed him with an old bakelite Argus camera that I bought for five dollars and a draing in some junk shop in the East Village, drinking while drawing and drinking beer with Richard Heinson and Greg Heines kid (The sculptor not the tap dancer, though they lived in the same building at that West SIde modernnist arits residency that no one ever moves out of, so it has become full of sixties and seventies heavies). They were two guys who Allan Stone had bought and showed in the New Talent shows. Long story short, you could snap the shutter on the arcus without advancing the roll of film. This made for a pleasant insect sound as I shot three to fifity exposures. I t made for beautiful multiple exposures. The video is from a later show in 2001, or 2 from Ali Vs. Frazer elipse. I was meeting with Dave Conrad to discuss doing Arc Aong the Watchtower and get a litttle rough footage. It must have been a couple of weeks after 911, if I’m not nuts.

A Tom Waits track (from Sonja) tops some Asian Library Scrolls? from Neuk in Japan and Tan Jun in China. The vlog shows the Brooklyn Bridge lit up along with the Verizon (read ATT BELL) building, the Manhattan Bridge… along with various fills on clouds and buildings. It was my Arc set lit large by some Action movie staring Will Smith (aka The Fresh Prince)… Parents just don’t understand…. also some Royal Wylds stuff including the shoes of guitarist who just got off touring with the Misfits. This guy used to play with Richard Hell who I was just watching about in some BBC documentary on the history of Rock and Roll. It’s showing on VH1 two…. I hightly recommend it.

Dusting off some of the early first draft videos from OMegg. The footage here was shot around October of 2001 during some of my scouting for Arc Along The Watchtower. This Was Dylan’s latest single, which really echoed in the months after the Trade Center Fell.

pulling the old bow string back to shoot the arrow forward. Here is a documentary on the opening night of IT IN space way back in 2003, or so. Mark Schwartzbaard shot this and the library collage fromSonja’s
start.

The flukes flapping in this manner, makes me think that M. Tristan is about to launch into a discourse on French Indochina and Diem Bien Phu and the sixties in general. It might sound something like Apocalypse Now Redux’s Plantation scene, or one of countless discussions I’ve had with French men over the years who are old enough, or interested enough to remember that history.

When she comes back through the restaurant, she sees Pat making a ridiculous show of tasting the wine and then he nearly chokes on it and turns bright red in embarassment and blots his nose just as she comes through the glass door hiding a smile. She loves him at this moment more than ever. She can see the vulnerable little boy he was and not the cocky young man he has become. It is this frailty beneath his polished exterior that she is falling in love with: the delicate, breakable part of him. The thing that, infact, may already be broken.

the top two images are Library collabs fromSonja’s
starts. Here’s one before I got to it.

And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacher’s Hill
And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City
No more big wheels

Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love and revenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now

The Year of the Diamond Dogs

Diamond Dogs

(spoken) This ain’t rock’n’roll. This is genocide!

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning’s freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I’m sure you’re not protected, for it’s plain to see
The diamond dogs are vultures and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

CHORUS
(Will they come?)
I’ll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she’s come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You’ll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator’s broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized

CHORUS

Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2)

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There’s gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

CHORUS

Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2)
Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo
Call them the Diamond Dogs

Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Hey-hey-hey-hey

Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat)

-David Bowie

Granted that’s a stupid compliment, but is sounds good from a European gentleman in a seven thouand pound bespoke suit. And there is something about the fragility of his progressing illness that makes him vulnerable and sympathetic to the a couple in the feeling the immortality of new love.

“The Jew, you see, is the equal sign in the equasion of Empire, you see? He is enslaved by physics… snatched by the great empire of physics: Egypt. There he helps to build the pyramids. He is the mason for the Egyptions and so learns the mathematics and the physics and when the jew escapes back to Zion, he builds his temple with this knowledge, but then the next empire of engineers, Rome, snatches Zion from him. The first great victory arch in Rome commemorates the taking of Israel from the jews. The arch, the very symbol of Roman technology and physics, you see and the the Jew? He is sent wandering the empire… not a slave, but a free agent… with his own mathematics and morality… able to lend money and invent the merchant class in Europe… untill in a final chess move here in Switzerland, the jew snatches the fire from the gods… Einstein.. the superior physics and he gives it like a gift to the Americans and so the Americans in turn give him back Israel and thus the Americans become the next great Empire. That is the equation and it balances on the fate of the jew…. or the fate of physics, but this seems the same thing almost… knowledge built from laying stones of pyramids and reaching towards the stars.”

She says, “It’s vaguely disturbing to hear anyone with a German accent refer to The Jew, but I can’t quite tell if what you’re saying is actually Zionist, or anit-semetic, or both…”

“None, really,” M. Tristan said. “Just an observation on the fate of man as it connects to physics… I am interested in history and books, you see and the first and greatest book is nothing, but a history of the Jews. So it always seems a good place to start a discussion of history… though in reality, like all humanity, the story starts in Africa, but the people who wrote books forgot how to read hieroglyphics for so long… untill the Rosetta stone.”

“The wine is delicious,” Pat says. “Such good wine. I guess I CAN taste the difference now with the new bottle.”

“Now if we want to talk about wine we have to talk about Persia and….”

“The Jew,” she said finishing the sentence.

“Certainly they were involved in the trade and after all it is Jesus’ first miracle…”

“LeChaim,” Pat said raising his glass.

Well it’s goin past New Years and they’re chippin up trees, finishing up the parties and week in the knees, I whish I had a river, I could skate away on… but the ice would melt.

The steeple video is from our man in France, Remy. He was commenting on the spit take that he would love to taste such a wine together some day (of course in the spit take it’s actually flat diet coke… half of the reason I chose black and white). It got me thinking about the scene. I came up with the spit take over the boozy hollidays when we opened a nice bottle of Burgundy. As I was airating it (sucking air through it, not smelling) I actually inhaled some… the better half laughed with disdainful glee.
“Pretentious moron,” quoth she, or some such.
So I tried to recreate that moment, but all the spit takes were off camera into a bucket and sounded fake as I wasn’t perpared to actually inhale “wine”. However, as a true method actor, or moron, I ended up snorting the “wine” on the last take. In other words, the spit take is real, but not how I’d planned it.


I was thinking how I would stage this spit tiake with actors if I ever actually get to make some of theses OMegg scenes with actors in Europe. I was thinking she would be coming back from the Lu and he would be putting on the show more for M. Tristan. However, the odd conversation about Asians might have thrown him a little… She might appear just in time for the spit take… maximum humiliation…. first him looking like a dork trying the wine, and then the spit take… this would be capped by M. Tristan sending the bottle back because it’s corked… Tristan just smelling it once and a small taste and Pat with all his sucking and smelling, didn’t know what he was smelling for. Corked Margaux still tasting better than most things he’s ever drunk.

The drawings are Library starts from yours truly. This last one is a smashee with todays drawings and a collab with Raszka.

I see him making a show of it and an ass of himself. He’s trying to impress the girl, but as with all things that take great effort, there is some sort of grace missing. I imagine that they invite monsieur Tistan to share a glass and that when he finally tastes the wine, the waiter reappears with a new bottle and the old one is gone.

They are both speechless and puzzled.

“It was corked,” he said. “Not terribly, but if you are going to drink a Bordeaux, I wanted it to be perfect for you.”