Reality is inexhaustible, but you get tired nonetheless.

Today's rain washed away

the last of the warmth

lingering around after summer.

As soon as it got cold,

you started writing me letters again:

now you were building a house somewhere

with your Montana or Wyoming husband.

As if I never happened.
I don't want to hear about your husband,

and I could have built you a better fucking house.

Please don't write to me anymore.

Best,

Athens.

The patient says, "I'm having an epistemological breakdown!"

And the doctor replies, "I suggest for you a 'reality check'."

Equipoise

Equipoise - verb; to equal or offset in weight; balance.

What I do when I think about something is try to keep track of various biases and shortcomings, correct for them. Often, this leads to an analysis paralysis: there is no objective truth, there is no right or wrong. If you participate, you have to choose a side and have a good reason for it. All of our best arguments and debates will end in such stalemates.

Or, anything is permissible if you don't think about it.

Little Mice

Little mice, holed up in your walls,

scrambling to find a way out.

I’ve seen one go tinkering by,

so we burnt the house

to get rid of them.

Rats.

That’s what they became under your skin,

as soon as they got into your imagination:

rats running, rats foraging, rats eating,

rats holed up in your walls.

Do the knife fight.

This one is for the one knows a lot.

Who needs 3d?

"My Heart Has More Rooms Than a Whorehouse"

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

How to spend the time on the subway.

says hi

Ideas, Floating

ideas in conversation

1.

I once offered to a man / what death could not.

.

piano player

player piano

man is an island
from which we sail sinking ships
in exploration

Basic White Collar Fraud Flowchart

[click to zoom in]

ALWAYS

talking with the street

[full view for details]

Mountains

sometimes hills, sometimes mountains

the dog days are over

Shrine

[click to full view]

"what are you doing" she asks.

Mythology

live every day as if in a dream

Hipster Still Life

& like micro herbs on the windowstill

Vultures

inspired by Caitlin Hackett's Contemporary Mythology

I took a short journey to the land of the people,

and I found you.

I opened a book of poems,

and I found you.

I spelled your name slowly,

and looked for you in unknown places.

Surely you are joking, I told my heart,

and it laughed your laugh,

having long set sail into the recess of my mind.

Urban Drawing

The combination of a duration drawing (following a single action through a scene) & four perspective drawings panning 180 degrees to create a drawing closer to how you would percieve the world. [click for full view]

Self Portrait in a Crowded Room

Ω

at some point he entered the center of indeterminacy
and saw everything that could have been at all once

And after 6 days of long hard work, ...

...God finally says "Well I'll stop here. I've done all I could."

The snake asks him then, "And what did you do?"

And God replies, "Everything."

People

some kind of old ritual, i think

People

pen, india ink

this what i often imagine paris to look like in a memory

200 W 133 ST

its home

Donkey & Kot

How Francis Scott Fitzgerald Wrote His Stories

At first, Mr. F Scott Fitzgerald wrote a simple honest story: here is this man, you see, and he is rather successful, he has a beautiful wife and a beautiful house and he has chased his dreams to the end and everything is all right. This is how things should be. But then you see, his wife dies and it turns out she was rather his mistress, and someone else's wife. And then you try to find police outside his house and people start asking all sorts of questions, and turns out he was a smuggler or made his money in some other fantastic but under the table ways. And then you have this man, and he has two stories, one that he made up for you and one that he lived. Both are as equally real as they are false. And turns out the guy didn't have his dreams come true anyway and had a drinking problem to boot. Cause, you know, when you start the first page of a book with a man's virtues, there's no way but down.

A theory about Revolution:

It involves moving away from something, not towards.

The little man who made trinkets.

He was afraid to stop.

If we were to have the infinite, everything would be possible.

Consider the small following example: if we were to have the infinite combinations of all letters, we could read the full accounts of the future, all the short and long versions, in every language and to account for each individual writer's distinctions: misspellings, biases, and opinions. Everything you could have possibly thought and anything that could have possibly happened would already exist.

In a world of the infinite, everything is.

How The World Came Into Being

How Dostoevsky Created the World

The first thing Dostoevsky did was sigh-- and thus created an infinite well in which to place all things. This is why all things in this world seem to be born out of despair.

Then he created impulses and emotions and ideas. Then he created good people and bad. And then he created the environment for them to live in, but never told them who was which. This is why all things seem tinged with emotion and why ideas seem our reasons for actions. This is why it does not matter where we are, we are still slaves to our ideas... and this is why we cannot tell clearly what is good and what is bad.

Such is how Dostoevsky created the world.

How Borges Created the World

Borges created an idea to embody the world. Then he created characters to embody the idea. Then he created the world to embody the characters.

Let it be said: that Borges was creating was proof of a reality and a reality was proof that Borges was creating.

How Philip K Dick Created the World

Philip K Dick had created a world on simple principles and then set himself into the world to test if they work. Amidst the experiment, losing track of that he was in a world of his own creation, he began to tug at those principles and at some point, because he pushed them the wrong way, they fell fell down or disappeared. But the world didn't, and then there was no longer for Philip K Dick a way out to fix things.

How the Group 'Oulipo' Created the World

First Oulipo was experimenting creating rules and constraints and then breaking them, and from those shards, creating new rules and constraints, over and over, until Oulipo had created rules and constraints that they were satisfied with, and made the refuse of all the rest into a heap to conform or to be folded into the molds of their experiments.

How Stravinsky Created the World

Stravinsky created the world by first sending forth a scale of notes to be the foundation on which all was laid. Then he sent forth melodies and rhythms and patterns and they would bounce around and crash into each other to form a landscape and populate it until there was something resembling a world, but to everyone else it looked like just noise.

Roman Kudryashov, July 22nd, 2010.

A very old man,

wrinkled, folded, burrowed in a labyrinth of his old age once came upon an angel. The man, who had seen and done so much, asked the angel-- "why am I to die? Why is age folding me up into a neat envelope to mail me away?"

And the angel replied: "Because though you have grown physically great, your soul has never grown-- your body is confined to your soul and as big as you grow physically, you will fold over yourself into a small and wrinkled old man, the size you are inside."

And the old man then decided to trade his soul and not be confined to the world after-- instantly his wrinkles unfolded and his hair moved back to where it came from, and his blood rushed from his face back into his muscles, and the air back from the world into his lungs. Whole again, he was twice the size and vitality he had been when he was younger and the size of his life and experiences reflected on his stature.

But this was the old man's choice-- for him there would be nothing beyond death.

They set sail on a ship

through storms and battles and over all the seas and oceans. They never once changed ships or traded or taken over another's, but on return they were on a different ship.

How could this be?

What is the value of culture?

If you have not contributed something to the world, then you have contributed nothing. If you do not create in some way, then you miss out on the quality and value of culture.

Mornings

TODAY

12am - Still at work.

12.30am - Boris visits me at work. Says he is working till 2am. I tell him I am getting off around 1.

1am - I get off work. Drink a glass of tequila. Collect 36$ and walk around the block to where Boris works.

1.30am - Working on my second glass of tequila.

2am - Boris gets off work. We discuss women. Take the A line downtown to West 4th St.

2.15am - I need to pee. Instead of exiting the subway, we walk down the steps to the tracks.

2.17am - I pee. We start walking uptown on the tracks from W4th to 14th St.

2.20am - First train passes us real close.

2.27am - Second train passes us. We wave.

2.34am - I set off a silent alarm somewhere at the end of a long stairway labeled 'Emergency Exit'. Run back down the stairs.

2.36am - Third train passes us.

2.43am - Fourth train passes us.

2.45am - We exit the subway, ecstatic, full of adrenaline. A crying lady passes Boris. He tries to find out whats wrong but a black woman erupts on him, yelling to stop and mind his own business. She also chokes her boyfriend when he tells her to calm down. Boris, later: "I didnt know whether to be scared or to punch her."

3.15am - We stop on the steps of a karaoke place on St. Marks to smoke a cigarette. A drunk girl stumbles out, looks at me, asks me for a light, lights her cigarette, and says "You're cute." We have conversation. We walk around, hungry (Me and Boris and the girl [Denise Lohan] and her friend), looking for a Sake Bar, a Noodle Place, a Cuban Place, or really, somewhere/anywhere to eat.

3.30am - Veselka has a 20 minute waiting time to be seated at this time of night. What the hell.

3.40am - We sit down at Jaffa Cafe. I order A few coffees and Soba noodles. We four talk.

4.50am - We leave Jaffa Cafe, 40$ less. The girls take a cab to Grand Central Station, back to Yonkers, back to Sacred Heart University in Conn. Me and Boris set off home.

6am - Bus to Weehawken.

6.30am - Get home. Drink water. Pass out.

11.am - Wake up. Fall asleep.

1.20pm - Wake up. Fall asleep.

1.50pm - Wake up. Go online. Talk to Britni online.

3pm - Go offline. Listen to music. Eat breakfast -- oliviye, bread with caramelized sugar.

3.15pm - Bath. Listen to Girl Talk's "Night Ripper" album.

4pm - Still listening to Girl Talk. Next, new LCD Soundsystem album. Put on boxers. Work on photos.

5pm - Photos collected, uploaded. Nap.

5.30pm - Wake up. Stop daydreaming. Put on clothes. Clean the area around my couch.

6pm - Watch the sun setting on NYC. Play guitar. Take a few photos.

7pm - Get out of the house, finally.

7.40pm - Get to the city. Eat 1$ pizza for lunch. Go to 44&X to pick up paycheck from last night. 230$.

7.50pm - Visit Bopris around the block at work. Find out what time he gets off. Go back to my place. Sit down at the. Order Gin& Tonic.

8.30pm - Second Gin & Tonic. These are water glass size and mostly gin.

9pm - Stumble out of work, having found out my schedule for the week. Go get food at Yum Yum Too's.

10.15pm - Fumbling with my drunken noodle dish.

10.45pm - Boris gets off work. Pay for food, take a taxi to the last showing of "Exit Through the Gift Shop" by Banksy at Lincoln Plaza Cinemas. Watch it.

12pm - Its good. Inspired again.

12.15am - Get a call from Julia that she can pick us up. We meet her at 58th St & 7th Ave. Meet the new dog we are fostering, "Junior". Decide that "Shoka" is a more fitting name.

12.30am - Start my laundry. Start typing. Good evening, guys.

Little People

Carved from Wine Cork

Work / Thought

Naked City

every city a story, every building a bookcase, every star a

Veselka, 5am

time

The City, A Haiku

Words;

all it takes

to ruin a view.

1-3-5

Goin Somewher

Interview

Q: How do you come up your ideas, where do you get your inspirations from?

A: I write what I want to read if no one has thought it, draw what I want to see if no one has seen it.

brief moments of continuity

somewhere hidden, a small prince

The American system of thought is pataphysical.

We probably could have done something a long time ago?

One archeologist to another,

"Why not be content with having discovered something else?"

Manifesto

Our generation is grounded in realism, in that we are waking up from a dream we have held for years and years and awake to our own concerns, all the problems we have caused in the world. Realism in that we have been too long sleeping and reading and looking at pictures or pictures of the world and let the world die underneeth our feet so firmly planted-- how can you create art in such a setting? -- no, to create art is stupid! --the point is to wake up and not be lulled by calls to action, of act and not seeing is acting out! If I were to write a book about this, it would be but one page:
"Wake up! You have been dreaming for too long!"

Припять, Чернобыль