Friday, June 5, 2009

Homeless, Jobless and newly Single

But still making art and finding venues to show it to people.
Life keeps moving.
Here's my latest creation.
I've got a show with the always amazing Silian Rail on wednesday at the Rickshaw Stop in SF.
Come out.
And God love Hitchcock!!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Dennis Rodman Rebounds My Heart

Tonight I happened to catch an episode of Celebrity Apprentice. Well... truthfully I choose to watch it and I must own that. On a side note: I think Apprentice Celebrity would be a better show idea. I guess that's what all reality tv is though, so never mind.

I never took Dennis Rodman seriously, nor should anyone frankly. Ever. But once upon a time, I enjoyed his anti-authority antics and respected his zest for craziness. Somewhere along the way I lost interest. Much like I did with Paulie Shore after 'Son In-law'. I'm sorry that wasn't fair Dennis. I believed no rekindling spark could ignite our love affair. Until tonight that is.

In 30 minutes of television, while on the job the Rodman did the following: placed Joan River's annoying daughter in a trash can with the help of Tom Green then dragged her 200 yards, took Clint Black to a bar, getting him to admit he's too uptight and inducing him to sing 'Killing Time' to an empty bar, picked up on a 22 year old waitress in front of Hershel Walker. ( When he asked her age, she said' Old enough.' To which Dennis touched his index finger to the tip of her nose.) All while pounding vodka cranberries.

After hitting the strip clubs with Tom Green and a Russian model/possibly-stripper all night, Dennis failed to show up or answer the door or phone the next day. And still he wasn't fired.

Thanks Big Guy. Call me sometime.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Friday, December 19, 2008

Impermanence

Albany Bowl
Don’t hold on!
Don’t hold on!
In the time it takes to destroy a moment
It’s already gone.
You will always lose whatever you gain,
You will always lose whatever you get.

In death we lose our first gift, life.
The one un-itemizable object
With an Un-labelable price.
For yours’ or others’.
Sometimes they’re the same,
Other times they differ.
No amount of wealth will get you another’s.
You can take it.
You can never have it.

You can silver plate your sperm,
And pad your coffin with your gold.
But what you carry is often heavier than what you have to hold.
So love all that you have,
it may soon be what you had.
Don’t hold on!
Don’t hold on!
Let it go.
It’s already gone.

L.J. 12.19.2008

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Each Drag Just A Little Delay


Sometimes silence is the crime
The thing you let pass
Passive little lie
Truth swallowed
Turns in the belly
Crawls back as you sleep
Sprawls out on the tongue
Waiting for you in the waking moments
Listerine won't work
So a smoke won't hurt
Each drag just a little delay