Why not visceral
just masked
I’m afraid
I’m 13
removed
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
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 whispers
When it burns
And takes off
Richard Prior. 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, be clever
Swagger. Inculcate.
Posture.
The purest thing here is the house’s 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 rod under the pillow.
Shoot Betty Boop shoot Elvis
Buffalo Bill Modern Masters
black paint ugly moon boot stupid spiderman hat
Stupid spiderman everything
The white
gorilla fight is
The only real thing
in this room, in this movie.
In the movie...
and the burning model
on a spike.
I'm a no body, a Saturn tag. A plastic wrapped toy.
Crash my car in the Ravine.
Saturn is rising
/Scorpio Rising, Kenneth Anger, 1964/
Anger
Was it a 22,
or a bee-bee gun
or a shot gun
with bird shot
spread wider that you
shot into that log cabin door?
/Alice Aycock’s The MachineThat 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 tomato (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
a sepia-ish landscape can be made more yellow.
Peel it (the mask the panel the landscape) all off
Paolina Weber
8/24/10
Copyright 2010
