Fortune Favors

The Old Way Out

2010-03-04T00:01:00.001-05:00

Sea Trade

2010-01-23T01:37:00.002-05:00

Carrier

2010-01-23T01:35:00.000-05:00

Outreach

2010-01-23T01:34:00.001-05:00

Cinephile

2010-01-23T00:44:00.013-05:00

Kid

2008-10-25T15:57:00.000-04:00

Ball

2008-10-25T15:54:00.000-04:00

Team

2008-10-25T15:50:00.001-04:00

Save

2008-10-25T15:28:00.002-04:00

Nehi

2008-10-25T13:19:00.002-04:00

2008-02-20T23:38:00.000-05:00

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2008-02-20T23:09:00.001-05:00

Aspiring Elephants

2008-02-02T14:55:00.001-05:00

guarda vida

2007-09-12T21:50:00.000-04:00

the mouth a blur

2007-09-12T21:41:00.000-04:00

El Viejo Y El Mar

2007-07-23T00:45:00.002-04:00

Junta, winged-on-the-right

2007-07-10T16:22:00.000-04:00

2007-07-10T02:05:00.000-04:00

what good does knowing do?

Stationary

2007-07-09T01:45:00.000-04:00

2007-07-09T01:42:00.000-04:00

ask yourself...do you really want to know what's going on out there?

Arch

2007-05-28T16:52:00.000-04:00

from everything that's Good

2007-05-02T13:59:00.000-04:00

what could have pushed him over

2007-05-02T13:52:00.000-04:00

Orpheus Beach

2006-12-28T01:59:00.000-05:00

2006-12-10T23:43:00.000-05:00

Test Sample #7F

2006-12-05T11:49:00.000-05:00

this is a picture of me relieving myself into the sink of what must have been a Hampton Inn. it has wormed its way into a larger body of work I'm making (much the way a certain parasite swims up out of the Amazon into a man's urethra through his stream of piss), called "Leaving A Trail (And Why I miss You)". It's just one piece out of a big big show, replete with cake and fireworks, scheduled for the day when you're not allowed to know anything anymore.

out of body

2006-09-14T01:08:00.000-04:00

the great milk hunt

2006-09-08T03:13:00.009-04:00

patience

2006-09-03T04:03:00.000-04:00

Tithe

2006-09-03T03:51:00.000-04:00

where is the mirror large enough to be God's eye? open the war and peer inside.

the pink bandit

2006-09-03T03:41:00.000-04:00

a tearing

2006-08-16T21:17:00.000-04:00

Opal

2006-08-04T15:40:00.000-04:00

between breaths in Paris

excellence urban angrys, thank you

2006-08-04T15:30:00.000-04:00

our fair corner of hell

2006-07-26T13:45:00.000-04:00

Bouake Fever

2006-07-26T00:54:00.000-04:00

just got off the plane...what exactly is happening here? riots in restaurants. blockaded streets. gunplay in the morning, armies firing on themselves. Sir, I'm writing you a ticket for running a red light at that intersection. that there is no light there goes unmentioned. this is what we call war tourism, so strap your helmet tight and get your money's worth. take to the streets and follow a stranger or two. learn their lives, analyze their shortcomings, praise the virtues you plan to exploit. compare and contrast and compete. the solutions have been ripped straight from the back of the book. flip to the last page and discover that all, sadly, is not one. our differences when stripped away reveal the lunatic at work. he's the one drawing spirals on the wall with a red-orange crayon.

domo fucking arigato

2006-07-26T00:51:00.000-04:00

Follow this woman down the street. cross the street when she does, cross your arms when she does, cross yourself and shudder visibly when she looks back at you. for fun pretend she's the Antichrist.

Hiroshima by train

2006-05-29T03:33:00.000-04:00

As the drunken god slumbered, he puked forth a city...

...And one day his child spoke.

the divorce

2006-04-20T00:58:00.000-04:00

Klaus paced without tobacco the length of his sleeper car in Brussels. the train bound for Fryburg, where the loving heart of his wife awaited him packed inside a styrofoam chest, was five minutes late to depart

Lifers

2006-04-14T02:10:00.000-04:00

...on the day I invented color. The one in the middle, looking dejected, she's the sherpa. Do you want to know her name? It's Brenda. But that's not what those other two lovely ladies call her.

Where do you think they're going? They've been there for months, and yet have moved only a few steps. I wonder if they miss me.

snafu

2006-04-14T01:53:00.000-04:00

will everything remain so still in the miscarriage of this world? we read of desolation's twine unravelling in the newspaper, then turn the page to engulf the pregnancy of another exploding pop star. while here at the edge of time stands our last witness, watching with lidless eye, the mouthless, nameless waste. no report filed on what violence approaches the edge of frame. if only The Great Deep and Moving Force would act in our favor, like right this fucking second please

moonshined

2006-03-15T01:03:00.000-05:00

These are three of my ex-girlfriends. One of them is a sherpa. I banished them to the moon.

Last Witness

2006-02-24T00:27:00.000-05:00

how the light will make us fall, our exclamations withering in our open mouths. they say there is a message in the roar behind you. can you hear it, my loved one? the noise of time smashing into indifference. the unnamed fist that came between us in our scarce-shed youth...
the grit in the wind makes me think of you, against my will, you and your broken myths. of the day this same sea swallowed your battalion of tiny green boys,all stoically posing for bullets. you pointed their guns at the waves, and laughed.

could the light shine brighter? fetch me my glasses.

thank you. yes, better now. I rock on my heels, I assure you, not with excitement for your approach nor the pure joy of rhythm, but from the fatigue settled deep in my bones that has left me wanting nothing more from this beach or this sky, or from you. oh to be the sun that burns your skin. those blisters need ointment. ten miles from here, the trees have fled, bricks bloom into red puffs of powder, and the monuments slump under the shame of their architect.

the heat is rolling towards us.
it will stop.
impossible.
it has to stop.
untrue.
believe.
believe? we are no better than they. no more intelligent, no better-looking, certainly no kinder. we offered a dying world nothing, and in repayment we have kept our breath these few seconds more. tonight my fingers will tear her shadow from the wall.

listen to the roar behind you.
how wet the ocean stays.

what a comfort.