Paintings, Poetry, & Party Planning

Deciding whether to cancel…

First of all, I don’t think it’s a great idea to be gathering for parties right now. We should probably be in lockdown with the state of things, but I’m not sure people are willing to do that again. It’s hard; and the world is struggling to hold on, which is why I was gonna throw an art show/open mic party on Zoom tonight, but now I’m having second thoughts. To keep it short, I’m sick with something (who the fuck knows what these days?), I’m also stuffed up and having trouble breathing. I was already having severe anxiety about hosting the event, and now breathing is hard. To top it off, I have no running water and can’t wash my hair or beard or take baths for my pain and anxiety. It seems like it all might be a little too much, but I’m gonna wait until a couple of hours before it starts to decide whether to cancel. No one has to travel to get here, so it shouldn’t be a huge inconvenience if I wait till the last minute. I hope I can do it though. I was looking forward to seeing everyone, and I wanted to show off my new 3x4-foot painting…

It’s called “DJ Pat: Mixing Up Gender”

The reason I chose the name Pat was that it’s a non-binary name, and I thought it kind of looked like my old art teacher Pat, and my friend Terry said it looked like the love child of Patti Smith and Pat Smear, so I had to go with “DJ Pat”.

I was also gonna read a few poems. Here’s a couple of them…

Crazy Town

This is the season of the televised memorial. Fame came and pissed into the urinal. The truth be told, while everything is on hold, they broke the mold, and now the universe unfolds like a napkin. It’s time to take a nap kids- and dream of a future, because the past uses streams of water as torture, and you don’t wanna look because your fears are keeping you from stares, unaware that the worst things are here. We are blind to simple good- always acting on our shoulds, forgetting what we could if we tried but we are dead inside, and our pride blinds us of what might be our guide. Our souls… we no longer feel whole, we feel out of control and what we do to take it back is often more whack than if we had waited for the seasons to change. Instead, we rearrange the deck chairs on the Titanic and then together we will panic, ’cause we are all going down to crazy town.

I have five or six other poems ready to read too. Here’s one more. It’s short…

“F” It

forgive me for falling, the fountains of fulfillment found me - faster I fell into a funk, and forgetful, I found myself freezing again.

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I did a couple of new digital pieces this week, including the one at the top of this page, and these…

I’ve made it a goal to do more reading this year and so far I’ve finished this comic book “Hip Hop Family Tree” and I am about halfway through “On Writing” by Stephen King.

That’s about it. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna host the party tonight or not, but I’m hoping I feel up to it.

… and here’s some party music from the early ‘90s’ to leave you with…

Peace!