My New Canticle - Misericordia Mia

Wrote this today during lunch, inspired by Paco de Lucia's "La Paloma" and also any Latin Mother's lullabies


Hay Paloma, hay Paloma
Hay Paloma de mis ser
Ten misericordia mia, ten misericordia fiel

----Hay Paloma, Hay Paloma!
-----Hay Paloma de papel

Y este mundo va rotando, frota el cielo con mi piel
Dulce ave navegando, tierra seca pa Noe

------Fuerte olivo entre tus brazos,
--------traeme paz para dormir

Hay Paloma, hay Paloma
Hay Paloma de mis ser

Tranquilita palomita, canto un canto para ti.

Morning Meditates

I won't put on makeup today, but I will brush my teeth. I won't eat a greasy breakfast, but I will take my vitamins. I procrastinate when I have to leave my home because it pains me to transition into something concrete and specific. I long to be vulnerable to all elements. Maybe I should thank the earth for the rain and the snow today and pray that my weekend freedom is covered in sunshine and warmth. This winter may consume the last of me. But Kerry don't forget to put on your shoes and don't stomp so loudly down the corridor. You now have five minutes before it gets too late, before the subway has no mercy on your commute. I wonder why people keep getting hit by the subway at my station? It's been two in the last two months. Again, I tell myself tread lightly because there may be a wind that blows your feathery body away onto the streets, onto the tracks, or off a cliff. Remember your practice, the one you have polished bright and true. Remember your family, remember your friends, remember your legs. Now stop thinking and go to Work!

DaliGlama- InRivers

As many things go to decay and neglect, so do many things deserve a second chance and a resurrection. A couple of months ago I merged the musings of my personal blog with the DIY production brain I had established with fellow artist and collaborator Giancarlo Romero , called DaliGlama. For reasons personal and practical we ceased working on the project while he created his upstart gallery InRivers. Now in the midst of curating and performing we are back and focusing on culture, community, and the necessary role art plays in dragging people off their asses and into the light of productivity.

Lets Play: Figure Drawing class this Sunday. Yours truly will be modeling body formation attire. At the end everyone gets a hug-n-squeeze.

editorial on love

I should be well endowed with flowers in my hair and strands of ginger in my eyes. laser beam convulsions are around and around me they continue to float down in through my spine. now bask, glow in time of sources in time I do not own and in time where I wander into the stormy night. My windshield, broken from the fright, a nightmarish gash up on the native night. Of course we will source your intentions and off with your headlight progressions. No translations have ever been this precise. And of all the dealings I have had in my life I will continue to follow, his breath taunts me like a naked slut in the night. he wants me for his own, devours me as I writhe away in starvation. His botched affection forced me to buy his language and now indeed I have won his powers to burn and destroy. This is miles away from Canada and hours away from LA. A sweet suckle will send us both buckling and in our sparkle selections we will now sway. 

Metal Mondays at Lit

Beauty Apes at Lit's Metal Monday night.

Discover Simple, Private Sharing at Drop.io

I hadn't been down to the dungeon in a long time, it was something like 5 years ago for a Plastic Fantastics show, when nobody showed up to the Lit basement shows. Last night was good clean metal ear blasting with: Beauty Apes, Bleeder, DickKicker, Dead Minors.

Nice blend of hardcore, some noisiness, and lots of heavy fuzz.

Jean-Eric from New Orleans, Cameo Gallery

Here is a 13 second video clip I managed to snag before my camera died.

Discover Simple, Private Sharing at Drop.io

Rainbow hippie followed by Carnival nights in Brooklyn