Thursday, December 31, 2015

2015, I LOVED YOU SO...

2015 was a good year, a fortuitous year, a portentous year, a joyous year, a busy year, a sad year, an awesome year. a year that i swear featured more auspicious coincidences than usual.and more excellent full moons and blood moons and inspirational moons than ever before
another year in which we lived the country / city life, but mostly city, cuz NYC is bonkers with work for scenics with scenic flair.
it was a totally great year in which some seriously true and lifelong friends were met. i hope these dudes are always around, or within text or celly reach, and happy and healthy and cool, forever, for real...

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2015 started out incredibly cold.
i drew a couple ink brush pieces for a show at hooloon gallery in philly.
i got snowed in and iced in and frozen solid in brooklyn for what seemed like months. but worked really hard regardless on The Knick, kitted out in carhartt cover alls on 9 degree days outside.
i was living in my head & daydreaming of the spring's return all day everyday from january to march.


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and when march finally hit and the sun started warming the earth, the trees and the top of my head, something turned and hit the switch inside my brain, and Joy and Peace and Warmth and Love started percolating up my spine and radiating across my crown. the crocuses across our land back in stony run woke up and popped up. the beautiful sunny spring of 2015 had begun.
so much wine, so much fun, culminating in the beautiful month of May '15.
 (the first thirsty thursday at achilles heel)
(TBD greenpoint)


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and then the summer was just as good, with a new pad in greenpoint and beautiful sunny days to work in, on the roofs of buldings all around NYC, making Daredevil, that netflix show look so awesome. and just like the spring, the summer of 2015 peaked in stony run during the height of a big party back at our place, under a magnificent full moon and shroomz, with the 829 brothers and sisters i'd already spent my year with so closely, all released from the confines of the city and feeling light and happy and free. 
we're a tight team.





('born to die, die in the gutter' ~ DISCHARGE)

 ("i'm in love with today" up on a rooftop in LIC)



 (riding will thompson's fixie on a rooftop)




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 the fall, like always, was one of lengthening shadows and browns and golds and writing and poems and melancholy, right up to today, the last day of the year. reading in brooklyn at achiles then down in philly at brickbat, with good friends, that was good times. and xBlackxShirtsxMatterx, on tour in our minds through cool cities and far off islands adrift in oceans of the world on nights with angel's wings sprouting out our shoulders and unfurling, on the Endless Summer Tour i hope will never end. lit by warm halogen yellow streetlamps on brick wall backdrops & sidewalks in new york city.
it was all wonderful feels, even when my mother died (i was happy for her that she split this veil of tears peacefully and finally got back to where she'd pined to be, probably since leaving the philippines of her youth). 



(xBLACK SHIRTS MATTERx)
 (tara fursaxa on the hill in stony run. she rules. i love her)


 (i heart gil riley)





(solstice spiral to walk inside, pine boughs & straw, by mike rimm. at wideass estate)


( me and little sister smoking in front of church at our mom's sad funeral)


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right up to now, the last day of the year. the last day of what has been a pretty excellent, important year, flowing along too quickly toward the future. i hope 2016 will be just as righteous...
come out to stony run and hike up to the Pinnacle with us tomorrow morning, start the year off right.
((((all the above photos by me mostly, and beth and cat and will too, all copyrights reserved by us, dont hork them wiithout telling me ok?))))

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

5 KINDS OF INFINITY reading in philly / 11/21/15

reading at Brickbat in philly again, on saturday november 21st. but this time i'm not alone but with my good comrades Gil Riley, Colin Seven, Lindsay Raspi & Erik Bader, who's a philly local. 
i think i'll read mostly old philly things from like 1993 to 1997, can you believe it?!? i used to be a philly local back then, when philly was either cooler or crappier than it is today (who's to say which?)
7PM, don't be late.
good ole Gil Riley drew those infinity horses, and she should have 'zine for sale at the event too...
look for her book Babble Myth on the Am.Type:Writer imprint early next year.

this reading is organized by good ole Laris Kreslins. a tireless supporter and good dude who brings good things into the scene forevz. he's hooking up a drink sponsor, so come by and drink something for free, then quiet down and listen to people's stories, then drink some wine with me between readers, then step outside onto the sidewalk and smoke cigs, then sneak back in while someone's already started reading, then find somewhere to sit quietly and start all over again.


oh and heres a photo of walt whitman.
he'll be there in spirit for sure


Saturday, October 10, 2015

READING IN BROOKLYN OCTOBER 25th

COME TO THIS PLEASE
get lost and live
bummed no more
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october 25th at Achilles Heel, the sweet little wine joint in greenpoint in brooklyn. achilles is a nice place; it looks like a set from The Knick kind of. and maybe the woodstove will be going while writers are reading and people are drinking & listening. 
you'll be able to purchase all the in-print books on The American Typewriter Press too, so bring a few extra bucks. 
because wine, whiskey, beer and books. what else is there but films, music, words and love?

here's the bios of the dudes:


Lindsay Raspi was born in Baltimore in 1981. Her writing involves trauma and privilege in Baltimore, disaster survival, and a cold approach to gendered self disclosure in the age of social media victimhood and consumerist feminism. She works as an art teacher and support services provider with 78 adolescent girls from 21 zip codes within Baltimore City.
lindsayraspi@gmail.com



 Eric de Jesus was born of Filipino jackals in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania at the very death knell of the summer of love.  His books include Cult Of The Moon (Sloow LeyLines Press, Belgium 2008) We Won't Be Here Forever (Future Recordings, Oakland 2010) and innumerable stories and spoken recordings. 
de Jesus's writing has appeared in Belleville Park Pages (France), Giant Robot (USA), Exile Osaka (Japan), Raw Pogo On The Scaffold (USA) and other publications. He enjoys splitting firewood, splitting bottles of red wine and walking the dark forests of other countries.  



 Colin Seven was born in Baltimore into a blue collar world on the 2nd of June 1973 and raised on skateboards, bicycles and Saturday morning cartoons. He left school at an early age and spent his formative years traveling the United States playing in rock and roll bands. His primary literary interests are repair manuals and technical journals pertaining to vintage motorcycles and rare firearms. Building engines, world travel and hanging out with dogs are among his favorite past times. Although rarely seen in public, he is reported to be easily approached and pleasant to speak with.  

Gillian Riley is a painter and writer on adventure with her life partner. She is a treasure hunter and a fully realized circumstantialist. Her book Babble Myth will be released by Am.Type:Writer Press in 2016

Joe Ferron Hiatt is a writer and playwright living in the Pennsylvania/New York region of the U.S. He attended the University of Iowa Playwrights Workshop, has written over twenty-five different plays or pieces of fiction. Most recently, he is the creator, contributing writer and host of the monthly live stage show and podcast production, 40 Story Radio Tower.  


need info, email amtypewriterpress@gmail.com

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

LA PUISSANCE de MAI

i can't believe how great this just past month of May was. i'm so sad to see it recede into history. 
pretty much every single day was so great and sunny and joyful. so many bright hot new york days to work in; and afterward, so many warm fuzzy-sunset brooklyn evenings to hang out and drink wine with everybody in.  so many funny lunches with fellow scenics, out on strange locations, like a flock of birds landing en masse wherever, lolling exhausted & overworked on yonkers sidewalks, spring beaches or young grass.  so many blue-green algae shots from 3 Roots and so much of the 'joy molecule' that is increased by it. such a good time and such a great road trip, down to baltimore from brooklyn with beth, to read my writing at red emma. so stoked to recline on the lawn whilst back in PA on weekends, just zoning out and staring up at the sky. so many hours spent without shoes on my feet.
and so many end-of-season good vibes & good byes in brooklyn and manhattan....

and then on the second last day of May, during our sweet party on the lawn in stony run, to commemorate the month and hang out with my Knick season 2 scenics one last time, we went up the hill to see the sun trade places with its lover the moon over the Pinnacle, Pulpit Rock, Sharp's Ridge and Little Roundtop, the sacre geographie of PA landscape.
that was the perfect capper to such a majestic month.
(oh and the month started off in correct style on may's eve with that film May Morning on fandor.)
man,  the whole month of May, almost zero rain or clouds, just good vibes and good times with such good people. 
i felt almost crazy and powered up with joy every day.
every day i was thinking of writing poems again, and constantly day dreaming... 
 i want every month to feel like May. because maybe after this, perhaps for me and me alone, May '15 is the new Mai '68.
i'm so bummed out to see May go, but i'm so glad to begin June Eternal as well. 

life is the only thing worth living for
    (i know its got its ups and downs)...

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click photos to really see 

 yonkers


 transmitter park


 bed-stuy


 greenpoint


 stony run


 greenpoint


 staten island


 staten island


 red emma's, baltimore


  red emma's, baltimore


 staten island


 staten island


greenpoint


new arts program, kutztown


 greenpoint  (photo: cat)


red wine  (photo: cat)


 epic acre farm, kutztown


 kutztown


 easy atelier


 stony run


sean cook wood sculpture i added stuff to, stony run


 stony run (photo: cat)


  stony run


  stony run


 #ifuckedthisupdidnti


bubble house (photo: joe hiatt)

  stony run


 roundtop, sharp's, pulpit, pinnacle (and theres a face in that cloud)  (photo: cat)


dont let the good vibes ever end. dont let the bastards grind you down.
the month of May rules forever.

everyone, good luck in the future.