How It Happens

Sometimes it happens that you jump in a car heading North.
And then you get out of the car.
And bam! you’re in Maine. IMG_0907
And it’s very far away from where you were.
And that feels great. IMG_0887
And the sky is so blue and the lighthouse is so lighthousey that everybody wants to be there. Including people from even farther away. IMG_0883 And also, the mailman. IMG_0890
But it’s OK, because if you were to wonder where your mail was, and if you needed to wait outside the post office for the mailman to return from the lighthouse, you could always sit on the stylish pink chairs and think about how Winslow Homer painted this landscape. And so did Andrew Wyeth. IMG_0903

Confessions From The Financial District

It’s 9 pm on a Saturday night and I’m in the utterly empty floor of the financial district building in which my studio is located. Outside, the city is all small lights and faint sirens. Inside, I’ve scrawled all over the whiteboard walls with different colored markers. Given the fact that this entire floor is mine (due to the fact that EVERYBODY ELSE in this city has an oh-my-god-so-fun-and-glamorous life, and I clearly do not), I’m playing music and singing at the top of my lungs. Why go to the club when you can bring the club to you?

AAAAAHHHH!!!

AAAAAHHHH!!!

In Which Bukowski And I Have A Vigorous Debate

Bukowski: no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.

baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.

Jen: OH YEAH, CHARLES? Well, I just got the keys to my LMCC studio and I’m gonna spend nine months CREATING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS SHIT with my fuckin AIR SPACE TIME LIGHT. So take that.

Bukowski: Why do I even care what you think? I’m famous. And dead.

Jen: You ain’t lyin.

Just A Lady And Her….Parts

me: THE most unfriendly woman in the world just shoved me onto a scale & then took my blood pres.
i said, “wait, but i’m here for a gynecological exam.”
said she: “what’s that? lady-parts?”
I AM GONNA DIE AND BE FOUND IN A GUTTER. WTF IS THIS PLACE.

now she is laughing manically in the next room. deep manic chuckles.
they prob just dismembered someone and are selling her lady-parts on e-bay.

S: glad you’re still alive!

me: i hate everything. i wanna be a ken doll.

S: go get a massage.

Humans of New York

1234642_519378578136247_1024829972_n “If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?”
“Try your best to deal with life without medicating yourself.”
“You mean drugs?”
“I mean drugs, food, shopping, money, whatever. I ain’t judging anybody, either. I was hooked on heroin for years. But now I’ve learned that every feeling will pass if you give it time. And if you learn to deal with your feelings, they’ll pass by faster each time. So don’t rush to cover them up, or you’re never gonna learn.”

From: Humans of New York

One Way of Doing Battle

…is this way.

An excerpt:

I burnt the ship to make the sword. I burnt
the sail to send the dead.

That was one way of doing battle.

Do you think I spent all this time with the hammer
just to drink at the well?

No.

I want to hold the neck of this flower until its
animal comes out.



[Lisa Ciccarello]