Why not visceral just masked I’m afraid
I’m 13
removed
and excited by shit. By art
By script. Pen marks. Just read it.
Script after script on a desk
The lamp with the fire
on fire on the chair.
Anti-enlightenment.
Shoot masterpieces
The burning of the self. I'm watching it, not purging.
A clown recalls his dick's purpose.
Capitulation to fear.
Cut his way or die trying.
Black paint.
Saturn is still defined by the father's sexuality. Orbiting circling watching, over and over.
The artist bill faulkner
the dickface
the neaderthal. sandra bullock bill pullman cheesy romance
tennesee williams' gay sentimental sentiment (in French)
bill faulkner shaving.
Shaving cream masks
Boredom. Shaving in a bath
Shaved wooden letters
Burning wood house. Burned Plastic House.
Rocket ship to Saturn.
/Get out of my mind get out of this room, Bruce Nauman, 1968/
Wood whistles
When it burns
And takes off
Richard Pryor. Revolutionary. I pledge allegiance to the flag.
I don't.
This is real. Make my John Wayne house
tub mold destroy house castle
Revolution. I am him. Recite ABC. Clever.
Worry and be clever
Swagger. Inculcate. Posture.
The purest thing here is the ash footprint on the earth
Start at the beginning and
don't stop till you get to the end
Wes Anderson bill murray fake
Chaplin.
For every girl with an independent spirit and a nose for trouble; here is the no-boys-allowed guide to adventure.
"Nose for trouble." Dick nose
Me on a rocking horse, me on a carousel, me in a bed
with a black thing under the pillow.
Shoot Betty Boop shoot Elvis
Buffalo Bill
Modern Masters black paint ugly moon boot a stupid spiderman hat
Stupid spiderman everything
The white gorilla fight scene is the only real thing in this room, in this movie.
In the movie...
and the burning of my model on a spike. I'm a no body, a Saturn tag. A plastic wrapped toy. Crash my car in the Ravine.
Saturn rising
/Scorpio Rising, Kenneth Anger, 1964/
Anger
Was it a 22, or a bee-bee gun, or a shot gun with bird shot to spread wider, that you shot into that plastic log cabin door?
/Alice Aycock’s The Machine That Makes The World, in my father’s art gallery, 1980. Another wood construction show, at 420 West Broadway. Too optimistic, too female./
Not on this rocket baby
Watch me splinter un shave
Undo
Not-done white canvases still in their plastic
(No Diebenkorn here)
Black celluloid ripped from the can
Francois Hardy
fake garcon courting fake girls
Tous les garcon et les filles de mon ages
eat the kraft cheese slice ‘en famille’ eat the tomatoe son (not the woman)
Why not put the pizza box in the mess?
No cockroaches in Government Buildings.
Go back to the scene go
back to the dogs
Eat the goat
rape the tree
eat the goats
in the high dessert and
Howl.
Find a rock and pee on it
Alone
no one is watching this time
no urgency
a sepia-ish landscape can be made more yellow.
Peel it (the mask the pannel the landscape) all off
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