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About Me

I like doing all kinds of random art and anonymous forms of expression. I like leaving footprints...I paint the sidewalks. I paint on walls. I alter the found world. I am forever looking for things I can play with as I walk the city streets.I play bass violin.I play at being big and small and invisible and luminous.I like anarchistic anonymous art and hope to find others across the distance who are engaged in it.

My Interests

Experimenting with decomposing paper. Altering text. Playing bass violin. Dancing in the dark. Road trips. Striped socks. Writing haikus and poetry and short stories and very long sentences. Italian horror movies. Japanese horror movies. Industrial music. Mail art. Crazy UFO stories. Serious UFO stories. Connecting the dots of time and space and gravity and here. Edges of all kinds. Philosophy. Astronomy.

I'd like to meet:

Tom Stoppard, Harold Pinter, Hans Arp, Man Ray, Emma Goldman, Arshile Gorky, Robert Rauschenburg, the guy who stood in front of the Chinese tank, Albert Einstein, Candy Darling, Goethe, Nietszche, Gore Vidal, the guy I always see on the bus with all the pins in his ears, the guy who's gonna dance me all around his smile, God (but only if he/she isn't choosing sides), YOU!

Music:

Skinny Puppy. Laibach. Rammstein. Stephen Sondheim. negativeland. Tom Verlaine. Lucinda Williams. John Prine. Prince. Vivaldi. Bach. Beethoven. Motorhead. Nine Inch Nails. Aaron Copeland. Flaming Lips. Bodeans. Replacements. the Residents. Ministry. Severed Heads. meat puppets. Camper Van Beethoven. Archie Bell and the Drells. Suicidal Tendencies. Miles Davis. John Coltrane. Bill Evans. Nina Simone. Sam Cooke. f/i. war rocket ajax. assisted suicide assembly. Ennio Marcone (who just might be god). and everything in between the cracks and singing through the noise.

Movies:

everything Craig Baldwin has made. Italian horror. The Brothers Quay. Rivers and Tides. Japanese monster movies. a Chinese ghost story. white cat black cat suspiria Werckmeister Harmonies. A Time to live, a Time to Die. The American Friend. The Bicycle Thief. La Strada. Ghost Dog. film noir. Bruce Connors. Pillow Book. Singng in the Rain. ... it's all good.

Television:

don't own one.

Books:

Gravity's Rainbow. War and Peace. Notes from Underground. No Exit. Crime and Punishment. Dark Ages in America by Morris Berman. And you Shall Know Our Velocity - Dave Eggars. William Gibson. New York Trilogy. Paul Auster, Thomas Pynchon, Don DeLillo, Pablo Neruda, Adrienne Rich, V.S. Naipaul, Thomas Wolfe, Jack Kerouac... but you can usually find me at the corner of the bookstore where all the consipiracy books are. lol.

Heroes:

Paper Tiger Collective. Erich Jarvis. Arundati Roy. Molly Ivins. Robert Fiske. Ehren Watada. Keith Harmon Snow. Jeremy Scahill. David Harvey - marxist geographer, Ilan Pappe. Anyone who fights back.

My Blog

this is not a poem

maybe it's a rant. about protocol.and manners,and kindness.and friendship inside these boxes.If a smile makes it across the distanceat least smile back.Or delete the friendshipif smiling is too hard....
Posted by spark on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 11:21:00 PST

To Quasimodo

you surrenderedyour sanctuary forone brief momentto look at my sunlightbut have too longbeen alone in onlyyour head -- everythingis jarring on the outside.Especially me.Your discomfort isonly the adju...
Posted by spark on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:12:00 PST

the elephant in my head.

the fingers come tounscrew my head while lickingthe edge of the knife...gracefully, they rearrange thefurniture my thoughts sit on.Those words were too long forthat sofa anyway --my colors clashed wit...
Posted by spark on Tue, 29 May 2007 08:31:00 PST

language tangle

like hair my words getknotted...I can't smooth them intoplain englishbecause my tongue doesn'tspeak that way.I am just mewith words in my socksand way too many fingers.
Posted by spark on Mon, 28 May 2007 12:23:00 PST

and the needle dances.

just above the skin of my wrista sigh slashes across the softness.Some kind of despair from years agoleaves it trace on my mapfor anyone who wants to love meto follow with cynical indifferencetoward m...
Posted by spark on Mon, 28 May 2007 10:45:00 PST

licking the knife edge with my heart.

"yo" he said switching back to dude talk.the way he talks to smiles not close to him.the way he confuses his tribe.the way he hides.and I knew I was already lostpast tense in his mind dancememory and ...
Posted by spark on Sat, 26 May 2007 01:44:00 PST

I don't know what to call it...

It's Saturday nightthe sun is just starting toslide toward darknessand I'm here fendingoff all kinds of demonsthat chase my thoughtsaround and eat my courage.sometimes days go byand I count the number...
Posted by spark on Sun, 20 May 2007 08:07:00 PST

where it all gets messy.

"You make my eyes go green", he saidas if that was some kind of logicthat I could spin into my sanity."I want to lick your sadness"and he slid my finger into his mouthwhile my mind started to shut dow...
Posted by spark on Mon, 14 May 2007 03:28:00 PST

words

wetnessglitteringclingingsaltymoistlickingyieldingpeelingsli dingsighstwistedchocolatetonguestastemoonlightfingerssockscu rlsyawnsyikes.I miss him....
Posted by spark on Tue, 08 May 2007 04:39:00 PST

Saturday night jinglejangle

creeping toward early late:I'm flirting with my restlessness.I could lace my sneakers upand throw on my black tee shirtand maybe comb my hairand grab my smile from wherever I left itand go out into th...
Posted by spark on Sun, 06 May 2007 10:00:00 PST