Coastal Shelf #2

from a paper show to the digital flow. from back page to front page, but retaining from left to right, in that order;

With Zak Von Roretz and Ben Kastin.

Recent Works

The profound profanity of the letter t around East London/ the meaning in the meaningless

Firstly, they are not the best of photographs, they are not the worst of photographs. Once again they were taken around East London, that's part of the schema. To accompany the images is a story. It's a snuff story. It kinda had to be, it's about man being crucified. There is a photo of a crucifix, the light was good on the day and most images came out OK. That photograph was taken in Stamford Hill. Stamford Hill is a large Jewish area (yes, the area has decided to become a Jew). The man on the cross is an East End Jew. He is on top of a church. A church is a place where they peddle Jewish wisdom to shmucks. All wisdom is peddled to shmucks, it has to be, the first shmuck is the peddler himself, Buddha only became enlightened after inadvertently teaching himself something, the best advice is the advice you give yourself. He is a Jew for Jesus. He'd be a real mishugunah not to be. He's Jesus afterall. He's not really Jesus afterall, he's an it, it is metal.

*Disclaimer, by describing sacred icons as meaningless I mean no offence. I do not mean anything. Nor did Jesus. We're in the same boat, we're like the owl and the pussycat. It's good fun to alternate between these roles. Meaning is something forced on to something and it does not come from it. As Alan Watts pointed out, you are not born into this world, you are born from it like a tree. (like a dream, I add).

Furthermore, I do not believe in the notion of 'good light'. Let us go beyond good and bad light into light.*

Accompanying Story

Perspective from a hill

Trees are made of tree. Angels are not made of iron. The wind has a saying, it's like blowing in the whistle. Dogs are always going to the dogs, they do not mind, why should they?

Final one, *7

It's not really a story I guess. You'll see (if you read it).

Starry Eyes, Silent Night

6 of 7

"it's christmastime in the mountains
everything is white
tonight"

I've been working at the airport bar
It's like Christmas in a submarine
Wings and brandy on a winter's night
I guess you wouldn't call it a scene


Oh what a strange time of year it is. Ecery day is a strange time of the year. Every day comes but once a year. They come but once a lifetime. However, we exist in minutes-hours-n'days as much as the universe exists in metres-n'yards-n'miles. That is, not to say we don't to a certain extent. Memphis in June. April in Paris. The suns will change. London is sometimes a hell of a town, someplaces a hell of a time. The lights go out in New Orleans, the city gets less red.

4 + 5 of 7

I gave myself the day off yesterday. It was an early Christmas present. I've not been being too strict on myself. That's a present too. Too many presents. They're pasts now. I'd not intended to do that but the season was getting on top of me. Rather than rest in it we tend to get put under by it. At least that's what happens with certain people I know. The pressure to make something the best ever. There's nothing wrong with making it just something not bad. What do you reckon Paul McCartney means by making a sad song better? Remember that scene in Midnight Cowboy when Joe Buck gets all spruced up and he ask Ratso what he thinks, the response being 'not bad.. not bad'. That is what I think human beings should aspire to. That is the only response needed. When you reach the gates and ask Peter if you have led a good life and he responds 'not bad, not bad'. Wouldn't that be a bit of a relief. Anyhow, there is time for that yet. Human beings neither live in the opresent or the past or the future. Scrooge could tell you that. Dunno where we exist but not there. I bought my mother a soft toy this year. It is a donkey. It cost 79p, I'm not cheap but I do hate money. I got off the bus earlier than I expected to when I saw it in the shop window, I was already thinking of what I was going to do when I got home before it pulled me back into the present. It'll be a good present for her when she gets it in the near future.

Snow by David Berman