How to Make an American Hardcore

Epic punk poem, from a found zine, 2013.

Summer Lull

Dear reader,
Blog times have been lean, largely because I've been out enjoying summer fun and also largely disliking my writer's voice and actually just only working.

I vow to return to the fold once i've finished meticulously flaking off my sunburnt skin. Meanwhile, grab a bleak beach read (I recommend Torpor by Chris Kraus), slather on some lotion, and play outside.



(Sad, Shrigley-calibur hopscotch from my neighborhood sidewalk)

Bootleg Snoopy

Another bootleg Snoopy for my (ephemeral) collection. Found drawn on a picnic table outside Soma Coffeehouse, Bloomington, IN.

Some Sources Sighted

Putting all my cards on the table here, offering up some of the elements that informed my collages, all found hidden in public in Bloomington, IN.


Chairhouse


Star Search


House Broken


Acoustic Views


Frosted Friends


Stylin'


Profilin'

Innernette

Protracted preaching to the converted:
In an impulsive spot of "guerilla advertising" I left a business card with my blog address and credentials(visual artist/mental titan) in a Chris Kraus book at the Big Idea (presumptuous, right?), only to have it discovered days later by internet poetess and performance artist, Laura A. Warman, somebody I already know and like. So much for slow media expanding social circles.

Laura, Stephanie Dax (filmmaker/well-dressed elf), Zoe McCloskey (interplanetary travel theoretician), and Gunner (comedian/playwright/author of Galloping Mountain) will be performing alongside me Saturday night at the Cyber Punk Apocalypse Writer's Showcase.

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More favorite writers/favorite formats: Eileen Myles has created an online gallery of blurbs she has supplied for the backs of book jackets. As proven by the success of twitter poets, limited word count produces some of the best writing. Blurbs are dense nuggets of goodness, like sparkling geodes or some shit.

Femme Symbols in Iron City

Creepy femme imagery floats through the streets of Pittsburgh like a groovy pink raincloud. BEHOLD! a cabinet of uncanny terrors!

-Disembodied ballerina body parts Hans Bellmer could get into...

-Ghostly hands with ectoplasmic manicures and lousy roses...

-Ceramic flocks of mannequin heads...

And I'm happy to report that the bloody babe performance art scene is alive and well here.

Not pictured:

-Girls in lingerie giving strawberry milk massages
-Bearded ladies burning sage and reading tarot
-A small pile of underpants expropriated from the Warhol Museum

But I'm definitely missing the inimitable women (and not-men) of Bloomington.

Anxiety Cut-Up (with Anna Kavan)

I'm in residence in Pittsburgh at the Cyber Punk Apocalypse, indulging my whims. Today I attempted a Burroughs-style cut-up with an existential excerpt from my journal and a selection from "Ice," by Anna Kavan, a bleak surrealist novel I'm currently reading. I took the liberty of changing some tenses and inserting punctuation.

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Knowing that there's just no good reason, the wearer's head was uncovered: her bright hair shimmered though thoughts all march toward the same destination. She had come too far and must hurry back. By night in the dark forest, fear was the climate she lived in, and metaphysical matters- psychic energy and the 9000 days she'd been alive--hurried on as fast as she could.

If she has ever known kindness to fall down, evolutionarily unwriting once became really frightened, terrified of being overtaken like silver fire, chain breaking prevented menace. The crowding trees unnerved her, of non-control in the universe. She said eleven Hail Mary's a day--glimmering in the forest. She feels better.

For your occupation of Planet Earth, for the fjord, failed to see it, lost her bearings and self. I shouldn't be alive. It's a dangerous hole, shutting her in. It was late, after sun, or it's an experiment. It would have been different.

After completing this task, nothing will happen, which always seemed full of obsession, anxiety, and "vibes." Something else from thought patterns. I think I try to prevent myselves into black walls, set. She said if she was nervous the conjecture is that in the deepening dusk every horror could be expected.

Sexy Singularity

Technology and I are In A Relationship and It's Complicated.

COMPOSER

John Collins McCormick is a multi-talented knucklehead and friend who makes tightly controlled compostions with simple materials in various visual mediums.

His drawing zine is available from Friends and Relatives Records.

He's interviewing me about being a "Woman in Noise Music" for Matthew Himes forthcoming magazine "Chortler." I am just relieved to be included. Results will be posted in the near future.

Hello My Little Monsters

Submitted for your consideration, hand cut cardboard monsters made for the Shadow Zoo portion of the haunted house being hosted at my place of employment...



Free Trip to the School Psychologist, Pt. 1



Specimens



Johnny Ryan, jr.



The snake that bites your butt when you poop it



Free Trip to the School Psychologist Pt. 2

I'm Hungry

(found on a box of garbage bags at my work...yielded no hotdogs)


I'm Happy.


I'm handpainted.

BE HERE NOW

be here blur


end of the rainbow

Horn Of Plenty

Simpsons Crapucopia


Jookabox keyboardist Lisa Berlin loves Coke, hates pants


I am a sculptor.

Excavated

Dinosaur found in my backyard.
I know it's a little seasonally premature, but...

Extreme Alleyfinds

My life is an exquisite trainwreck, but at least I found this 8 foot tall sign in the alley behind my house today. Perhaps something or someone in Fountain Square does care.

From Fountain Square, with Love

Love is all around in the Indianapolis neighborhood of Fountain Square.



"Wooden Exercise Toy" purchased from Bud's Market, the local grocer.



As far as I can tell, it is neither wooden, nor an exercise toy (???).



This post feels lacking without a picture of the geriatric couple in Juniors' clothes who'd push an empty baby stroller past my porch every day this summer, but I'll stalk that White Whale when I'm laying out the board for FS Bingo.

Understated Bootlegs

I'm into subtle bootlegs lately. Hat found at Value World in Fountain Square, Indianapolis.



Do you think Brown Garf knows Black Bart?



This post is dedicated to the "Twitty Bird" pipe with the distended blue eyes and the Warner Brothers copyright on the back, lost some time this summer.

Fantasy Fashions

A day of moderate weather calls for fashions designed by 17-year old girls.





Fuck Boris Vallejo, the young mystery babes behind these are my fantasy art heroes.