Saturday, December 24, 2011

Mike Brodie

"Maybe I’ve just become obsessed with dirty cloth & dull rags, objects that have been touched by a million different hands then set back down—right there—just for me. Things that are made by chance or found on the side of a road, rather than bought or sold. What’s a story anyways? Why do people tell them?

My first memory was when I was a year old. Imagine that. Lyin’ by a river bed, Arizona is hot in the summer, and even worse when you have an earache. One-year-old with no pants on, screaming and crying like it would help or something, my face bright RED. The blanket I was lying on, made of prickly pear green wool. If that cloth was still around, it would tell you a story. But its long gone, underground somewhere, tired.

I’ve been shittin’ and pissin’ for 20 years since that day. Most of the time I miss, but I “make photos” now, valued by some. Who are these people? One of my favorites is still that one my mom took, my dad cuttin’ into a turkey like a man—in prison since, my grandma laughin’ drunk in the foreground—dead now. I still have that one. As for why, who knows? This is where I am and what I’m doing. Everyone I’ve ever met is responsible for it, and those eyes of theirs—never blank—always tryin’ to focus right there on the pupil. It’s always difficult to get a good look at both of ‘em. Go ahead and try. You’ll just end up starin’ right at the bridge of the nose.

The photos. I want people to see ‘em just as you’d want to tell someone a good story. Nobody enjoys boredom. And when I’m good and dead, maybe my lungs’ll still be around, with some words beneath. Everything comes as a surprise—thank GOD."

Friday, December 9, 2011

Publicly claiming ownership

Just like a dog pissing all over a tree.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Ash Wednesday

"Something has to mean something even if we have to make it up. Let's make it up; I love you, you love me. Let's stick with it. Let's take it across the goddam goal line. Ok?"

"We spend fifty years together and some shit's gonna go down. But you can't stop fighting. You can't let go. Take your shoes off. Stay awhile."

"Making vows about tomorrow seemed to be uselessly tempting fate. You could make vows of intent, but promising anything further about an unknown variable like the future seemed arrogant."

"If we could just love each other and live in truth as much as possible and not at some idea of what a relationship is supposed to be...To maintain a perspective on the other and not wholly judge him in context to yourself... An awake, conscious life, that's all I really desired."

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Monday, December 5, 2011

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Friday, November 25, 2011

Monday, November 14, 2011


"Fear that we aren't the one whose body could be beloved of all the brides of Kansas city,
kissed all over by every boy in Wichita"

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

the wrong game


An Iggy & the Stooges night tonight

and again next week in new underwear.

Blooms Day

"He became frightened of flowers because they grew so slowly that he couldn’t tell what they planned to do."

Friday, November 4, 2011

reliving teenage years in suburbia

sunbaking in mums backyard drinking cordial, reading Ginsberg, sunset visits to the beach, pub on sundays.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Friday, October 28, 2011

Ned Kelly Country

wild rose everything, cherry dr pepper, yellow and purple bush flowers, dams, pretty settler towns and stone cottages with verandahs, warm winds from the north that you only get in the backend of mid south Australia, kill bill churches, smells like childhood summers.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


"I had this idea that we could be a home for each other, but maybe that's not right. Maybe a person can't do that for someone else. But people need a center...It was too much to ask you to give me that"

"I'd spent all this time and energy over the years searching for a home - and home for me, I was realising, was simply being close to my own ability to love".

Monday, October 17, 2011

For Poppit

I'm with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and ressurect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland
where there are twentyfive-thousand mad comrades
all together singing the final stanzas of the
I'm with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs
all night and won't let us sleep
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
our own souls' airplanes are roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls
collapse O skinny legions run outside O
starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal
war is here O victory forget your underwear
we're free
I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping fom a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Slow Ambition

"But I knew that to be the grown-up that I wanted to be, to be the adult I dreamed of being, I would have to have some other experiences besides just pretending to be other people in front of a camera."

Ethan Hawke, Hobo Magazine

Monday, October 10, 2011

Valley of the Dolls

"You mean you'd marry just anyone?"
"Not anyone. Just anyone who'd give me a nice beaver coat, a part-time maid, and let me sleep til noon each day".

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Hold On

This song came on when I found this picture. Seemed to work.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Time is on your side

This song makes me want to do everything in this video clip, including the slo mo's.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


A little Americana goes a long way