Eh, I've little to no right to post here

To spare you a long entry I created a dummy blog.
I've no doubt this will be of little interest to anyone, but this is my confession, written at 4AM on 29 May 2009 on a train somewhere between Bohumin and Katowice.

Consanguinity?

When searching for something completely unrelated, I chanced upon these mathematical quilts by Twelve by Twelve, a collaborative art quilt project and community. I found their mission statement beautiful and inspiring:

We are twelve quilt artists who have embarked on an art challenge together. Every two months or so, we each make a small quilted art piece -- 12 by 12 inches -- on a designated theme. We use our blog to share our process and progress. The results are showcased on the Theme Gallery and Artist Gallery pages of this website.

We're from different places throughout the world and our artistic styles vary, but we share a love of art quilting and a desire to play, experiment, learn, and grow.

"let us celebrate the polaroid 600 series"

Hibbleton Gallery + ISM: a community project announce an open call for polaroid 600 series photography submissions.

We are looking for quality polaroids to exhibit in a special show at Hibbleton Gallery opening Friday August 7th, 2009.

During the reception we will have a designated wall dedicated to 'night of' submissions... be sure to bring your camera and let us celebrate the polaroid 600 series.

WEBSITE PAGE:
http://www.ISMcommunity.org/PolaroidParty

Send polaroid submissions to kevin (at) ISMcommunity.org before Friday July 17th, 2009.

we are the cosmic americans*

"I'm a live wire
I'm a shortwave radio,
do you copy?

I'm a flash of light
from the radar tower
to the runway.

If I love you,
I'm going do it
semi-automatically.
Do you blame me?"

~Anais Mitchell

we are the cosmic americans*

live a day in memorium
lveo. peace!

fear shall lead you to the place you most need to be

have you met
the hungry march band?

So that our footprints might spring up flowers.

We bought a new car;
We're going to run it on biodiesel.

but it was a torturous decision
and in the process we discovered that our choices really are real*



















*And our stories really are ours.



















lveo. peace~

The Smiths


















Buying a Car, Green
(All your green automotive buying quandries answered in one story*)

our family writes haiku

Moonlight spirit shines.
Pointing the right direction,
it leads me to Home.

andrew ching

sift through, you'll be glad

rat

Life Size Zoetrope

Take the time to watch the whole thing if you are able...

our family writes haiku

delicate family,
with infinite roads ahead,
whither shall we go?

ingrid jendrzejewski

Sublime Frequencies

The Sublime Frequencies project is attempting to document many strands of ecstatic global culture before they are bulldozed into oblivion by Western hegemony. They are quite wonderful and what there doing is amazing. They just came back from a trip to the Sahara region where they documented the culture music and everyday life.

Open (To Anything and Everyone)

Neighbors,

I bring news from the East Coast front. I hosted an open studio last Saturday with dozens of other artists in the Salmon Falls Mills. Over 250 people wandered through the studio. I talked with lots of prospective web design clients (strangely, two of them were separate cleaning services) as well as average folks who had very kind things to say about my work.

I met a girl, a cute girl, who came specifically to meet me and talk about (Wormhole) and, in keeping with Murphy's law, darted out of my studio before I could even get her name. This has the potential to haunt me for a while, Neighbors.

I met an astronomer and his wife, with whom I had a 20-minute conversation about the moons of Jupiter. The astronomer's appearance was a sign, I think. I had been brainstorming a series of illustrations depicting the personification of several major bodies in our solar system. When I described the project to him, his eyes brightened, and mine did, too. I'll be attending his lecture this Friday on Titan, the moon of Jupiter whose rivers and terrain mirror Earth so accurately, it's almost preternatural.

I sold lots of copies of my folk CDs. Near the end of the day, I sold a copy to a gynecologist, who bought it specifically because she wanted soft guitar music to play for her patients. After the open studios were over, I went out for dinner and beers at an organic pizza place with my brother, who was at my studio for part of the day. All of a sudden, he started laughing uncontrollably at the prospect of my music playing on a loop at an OB/GYN somewhere in southern New Hampshire. He proceeded to make a series of unrepeatable jokes, all of which I also laughed at uncontrollably, to the intrigue of the entire restaurant.

"I think you may have found your niche market," my brother said, nearly spouting a Smutty Nose beer through his nose.

All that to say, Neighbors: this was a good weekend. I'm exhausted and burdened with a severe cold. But I couldn't give a damn about that. For the first time in a long time, I am dancing with the Universe in a way that is fluid and synchronous. May brings the blossom of trees and flowers I haven't known in over seven years. And I want to blossom with them.

wanderlust festival

http://www.wanderlustfestival.com

floating

The Traveling Neighborhood is Green.

The Traveling Neighborhood:
coolest, greenest kids I know...

Why Be Green? Why Be Good?
Nathan and I were thinking about it the other night,
and this is what we came up with...

What do you think?
While there's still time*

*The Smiths

"black, white & red all over'"

dream in paper airplanes
grazing the stain
of summer ceiling 
and requested bruises
let's recapture fragments
so as to retell
so as to remind
developing story of how 
my tongue
wagged over glue
sealing my only physical 
connection to you

future forward 
we select 
our life props 
to be taxidermied 
in red frames 
marking black facts in half-lies
shaping fantastical white truths 
manipulating stranger understanding
our love is a debut
a premiere
set to the spin
of shining melodies
needle scoring 
scratch, hiss and pop
rousing the notes 
of where we've been--
the violin wail 
of a butterfly taking flight

l'aéroport

charles de gaulle.

c'mon lilac

pull me aside. c'mon gather
my attention have me
pay attention have me
paying through the nose

c'mon strap my senses
piggyback me to the good
stuff I want the good stuff pull me

aside. c'mon announce
it c'mon tell it
how it is tell me what's
possible with a little bit
a little bit of sun and water

c'mon lilac do your thing do
your worst call me out call in
my debts my ignorance my
walking on by my hurrying oh pull me

aside.