“for The World Beyond Death Is Surely August”

Isn’t it a Shame

Woodblock print

9x12 inches

thank u earth for leather & fur & sex & pottery & laughter & rain & the lilac bush & hay in a field & cows to eat the hay & thank u earth for a perfect view of the moon

I need Art like i need God, 1997. Monoprint 30 x 41cm. Brown, N., 2006. Tracey Emin. London: Tate Publishing

Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.

I forgot where I was going with this.

Backyard #4

Oil paint and palette knife, 9x12 inches

i was born in the right generation

i love spotify and synthetic testosterone

The Art of Disassociation by Eli Clare

drift

lose time gain time ride the time machine

            twirl

tear up the diagnoses let them rain down like pride parade confetti

             fly

use them for all they’re worth in meds or therapy or sheer survival

            evaporate

claim ourselves escape artists

efficient and beautiful

Listen to Eli Clare read this poem

tonight's plans: jerk off to completion..... two cans of sprite (crush against forehead like a neanderthal school bully) ...... write the great american novel

from two-headed lamb by willi carlisle

[Image ID: a black and white typography edit. the background is black. in the center is a two-headed lamb. there is white text that reads "even god can make a fuck up." the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. End ID]