Question and Answer

Is tolerance good enough?

it is

and it isn't

A Poem for Beatrice

Bea,

Whatever will be shall be

Like a tree shall be a tree

And a bumble bee shall be a bumble bee

Not that there's just one way to be what you shall be exclusively

Just think o' that big ol' blue-green in the day and black at night sea

It is made up of the seven seas

These are a few of the ways to be the sea

There are many ways to be

And they all shall be

In our many ways of being able to see

Coastal Shelf #2 the Poseidon issue

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. 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. 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