a story about my friend Ruth

Let me tell you a story about my friend Ruth. Ruthie Lebowitz. She's a jewish woman from Yorkshire, a jewish lass.

When Ruthie was 32 years old, a man committed a crime against her. I personally don't know this man from Adam but apparently his name was Adam. I don't know what this crime was from Adam. 1 year after Adam had committed this crime against her, when Ruthie was 33 years old, she saw him on Moortown Corner outside Pollards, the newsagents, and invited him back to her house for a cup of tea. He accepted her invitation and went to her house for a cup of tea but had a glass of milk instead of a cup of tea. The milk of human kindness she said to me she said to him when she gave the glass of milk to him. The milk of human kindness came from a cow. It was a right old knees up she told me. After they finished their cup of tea and glass of milk Ruthie led Adam into a room with a bed in it. When they were both in the room with a bed in it Ruthie swiftly exited and locked the door behind her. Adam asked her to unlock the door but she refused to unlock the door. You're going to spend 5 years there she told him. Over the next 3 years she gave him 3 meals a day and 1 hour outside in the garden and granted him use of the bathroom facilities and all that geneva convention whatnot. 2 years before the 5 years she had told him he would spend in the room with a bed were up she let him go because he had been good boy whilst he was in there. 2 years after the 3 years she had made Adam spend in the room with a bed in it, 2 policemen, both women, turned up on Ruthie's doorstep. They arrested her. 2 months after the 2 policemen, both women, arrested Ruthie, she was sentenced to 10 years in prison for imprisoning Adam. The judge told her she had no right to do what she did.

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?