tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222701402024-03-19T08:42:32.044-04:00Mysteria Electronica Maximablogger Mark E MerrillMark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-18137474865565328182012-10-03T21:15:00.001-04:002012-10-03T21:15:07.019-04:00How Can I Explain This? How Can I Explain This?<br />
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I cannot. Everything exists<br />
in a state of random flux.<br />
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I am here. And I am Not here.<br />
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I am not. I am that, which is unstated.<br />
I am. I cannot be.<br />
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If this is eternity, then we must ask<br />
where is here?<br />
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I can say nothing other than this.<br />
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This moment. This reason to be.<br />
I am here. I am this moment.Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-62356256032122164552012-09-01T01:11:00.001-04:002012-09-01T01:11:50.968-04:00image in pictures moving..<br />
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<a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u-FZ2YnnnJo/T-9QCJk5eII/AAAAAAAABiQ/kLNURGspck8/s640/blogger-image--1905096176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u-FZ2YnnnJo/T-9QCJk5eII/AAAAAAAABiQ/kLNURGspck8/s640/blogger-image--1905096176.jpg" /></a></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-20618740548360849242012-05-07T12:41:00.001-04:002012-05-07T12:41:01.471-04:00I've been here before<br />
Somewhere between nature<br />
And wanton nothingness<br />
What does it mean if I just sit here?<br />
I am far from nothing yet I disengage<br />
For a moment and everything<br />
Is as clear as my eyes gauge it to be<br />
Here is nature and beneath this<br />
The dull ache of the void<br />
It all comes back as it is lost again<br />
Not until I stand up and walk away<br />
Will I gain insight and appreciation <br />
For what I didn't recognize<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q4J0Qi6B6gs/T6f7G9YmpMI/AAAAAAAABfE/gf3fVQLd-M8/s640/blogger-image-1232185988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q4J0Qi6B6gs/T6f7G9YmpMI/AAAAAAAABfE/gf3fVQLd-M8/s640/blogger-image-1232185988.jpg" /></a></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-41177035735024754642012-04-30T13:51:00.001-04:002012-04-30T13:51:45.463-04:00BACK IN THE USSRBrian Raine & Mark E Merrill reunited after years of contention remembering the Great Spirit even as it moves through the passing of their FATHER who ART in heaven. Psalm 57:1-11<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gnNo6T2X-wg/T57RL-CnLOI/AAAAAAAABds/36Ts8lKFulI/s640/blogger-image-582152773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gnNo6T2X-wg/T57RL-CnLOI/AAAAAAAABds/36Ts8lKFulI/s640/blogger-image-582152773.jpg" /></a></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-10499626066552147392012-03-31T16:47:00.002-04:002012-03-31T16:47:53.474-04:00if i dream<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Phcp4nCSKos" width="560"></iframe></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-73195682239476260022012-01-06T06:14:00.002-05:002012-01-06T06:14:15.705-05:00DL<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qWcOuUgPEME" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-39139428112220921452011-12-08T00:45:00.000-05:002011-12-08T00:45:01.296-05:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ldO6q7n0Kcc" width="560"></iframe><br />
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youtube footage of several speakers at Lincoln Center. I'm the third speaker in [2:41].Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-89289742681067908252011-12-02T18:49:00.000-05:002011-12-02T18:49:41.861-05:00LIBERTY SQUARED<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYikx4P-nD4/Ttlj9Vn4zWI/AAAAAAAABS4/HsB4rS_ve1w/s1600/LIBERTYT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYikx4P-nD4/Ttlj9Vn4zWI/AAAAAAAABS4/HsB4rS_ve1w/s640/LIBERTYT.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-20941613626048632492011-12-02T03:49:00.013-05:002011-12-02T18:50:58.767-05:00OCCUPY TRUTH-FORCE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">LOU REED, LAURIE ANDERSON, PHILIP GLASS AND SCORES OF PROTESTERS OCCUPY LINCOLN SQUARE, NYC</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight was my first encounter with the OCCUPY movement. Tonight I had a chance to contribute my voice along side the likes of Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson, Philip Glass, and scores of other concerned peaceful protesters. The general assemble of the OWS had placed a call for the peacefull occupation of Lincoln Center to coincide with the closing performance of <i>Satyagraha, </i>an opera about the life of Gandhi and detailing the very causes of what the OCCUPY movement has come to represent. Upon arrival at the square I am immediately confronted with police barricades and officers cordoning off access to the square from the street. The irony here is somewhat infuriating for the crowd, as what was hours ago a public space, is now an offensive police strategy to disenfranchise, intimidate, and even taunt protesters. As the crowed gathered momentum there was a visible tension between the police and the crowd, which makes its intention of PEACEFUL PROTEST quite clear.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">What happened next was nothing short of what could be called the 'miracle' of the manifestation of intention. Even though we were physically barred from entering the square protesters call out to the steady stream of Opera goers now exiting the center to join our cause. To the astonishment of some patrons of the Opera, they are met with resistance by the police as they attempt to cross the plaza to where the protesters are gathered. I witnessed a few confrontations with very angry, shocked and surprised patrons and the police. One man actually laid down on the ground in blatant defiance (mind you these are up to $400 a seat ticket holders - the spectacle was beautiful!). During this time Philip Glass the composer (on our side of the line) begins to address the crowd - and this is where the 'miracle' kicks in - in a kind of critical mass Opera goers just overwhelm a-sort-of scattered and confused police presence (on their side) and flock to the barricade - where they join us on the other side.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">At this moment Lincoln Square had been peacefully occupied by two separate bodies of people each on opposite sides of a police barricad! For about two and a-half hours the mass huddled. People took turns speaking in the cold, of which I was one. The validation of what this idea is about becomes ever-clearer.<br />
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this from the perspective of an exiting audience member of <i>Satyagraha!</i>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-34571785991161627382011-10-15T05:15:00.000-04:002011-10-15T05:15:16.788-04:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Monday night August 1st, 1997 I had a bizarre dream. The imagery and dialog was so vivid and remained so intact in my memory that after awakening I remember feeling somewhat displaced in a somewhat disturbing yet very euphoric state of remembering. This dream's unrelenting visual narrative prompted me to seek pen and paper. The manuscript is written on 10 pages of of white lined paper in a spiral bound notebook. I can visualize these pages in my indecipherable handwriting as they exist somewhere collected in the debris of my life. This moment is more poignantly remembered as a time I spent in late summer with my lover, David Ford, in a small summer cabin in the backwoods of Thetford, Vermont. A few days later I learned William S Burroughs had died on the morning of August 2, 1997. I cannot explain why, but the idea that I would travel to Lawrence, Kansas upon notice of the death of WSB had been a priority on my mind for several years. Likewise, I cannot reveal the exact rational that kept me from fulfilling this quest, yet I suspect it was influenced by the practical inflammatory need of acquiring non-tangible capital. A secondary and most troubling concern was the manuscript that was written in haste days before. At the time, my compounded unease was not the statistical improbability of <i>interpersonal knowledge, </i>far from it. I had received some remnant, some last fluctuation of a holy enlightened mind's bicameral function. I have never uttered or expressed these words before, and i cannot recall the exact impetus today, compelling me to write this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-62513623104212745732011-09-03T06:07:00.001-04:002011-09-03T06:07:54.180-04:00Jodorowsky Tarot<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9-uoArXTJMo" width="640"></iframe>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-1591762311867188752011-08-25T23:29:00.000-04:002011-08-25T23:29:20.816-04:00message in the falling leaves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/b568dab3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/b568dab3.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><br />
Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-51201292548960599532011-08-25T03:11:00.000-04:002011-08-25T03:11:16.568-04:00The Perfect Day (Views of my Neighborhood)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/8c411209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/8c411209.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><br />
Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-10708543612071715062011-08-23T12:17:00.002-04:002011-08-25T03:07:49.498-04:00Cops and Moon (shimmers of my reality)<br />
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Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-24758986725331960842011-08-20T00:28:00.000-04:002011-08-20T00:28:21.765-04:00discipline and the daily discourse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/8cfe8ad4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/8cfe8ad4.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">which text is this? O, right, not that one. the importance of being ernest someone once said to me. this all began believe it or not by a bee buzzing about a pomegranate. don't go back n spell check. screw that. leave all those words underlined in red. yea, break those memes mem. look-up the word later. find a better pseudonym sometime else. breathe deep inhale. listen. wait. </div><br />
Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-73002135224667064862011-08-14T02:18:00.007-04:002011-08-14T14:33:03.442-04:00the bicameral mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/30ff5313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n594/MEM237/HEADACHE/30ff5313.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">"Heavy hung the canopy of blue</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Shade my eyes and I can see you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">She lay in the shadow of a wave </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Hazy were the visions of her playing</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her blind every time</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Green is the colour of her kind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Quickness of the eye deceives the mind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned"</span></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I am self aware as I understand self-awareness to be. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">However there is something oddly troubling about this statement. I may also say I am conscious as I understand consciousness to be. Yet it has occurred to me self-awareness is only an aspect of consciousness, and perhaps to a lesser degree than I might wish. William Burroughs facilitating a classroom lectur on creative reading at the Naropa Institute in 1979 references the writings of<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Julian Jaynes </span></span>speculating on the shape of an early consciousness Jaynes describes as the <i>bicameral mind (which I mistakenly refer to as the 'precambrian' mind in the previous post)</i>. Understanding such a concept requires negotiating the same aspects which we use to identify self-awairness as well as consciousness itself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In order to sense the frame work of the <i>bicameral mind</i> one must first deconstruct and then transcend the constructs of language. Yet this proves not to be an easy task, as the thought process is integral to constructs of self and awareness. The abandoning of the 'word' runs counter intuitive to and is in fact the antisisis of the thought process as it understood. Our contemporary understanding of experience, meaning, and progress is residual effects of an unspoken consensus lingering within a collective unconscious. Without the construct of <i>I</i> and without the linear limiting structure of ego, the function of the '<i>word'</i> within language seems obscure or even unknowable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bicameral man was perhaps more conscious than is our construct of a modern self-aware self, as the limitations of his <i>'word'</i> although generated from cultural mandates were ultimately dictated by the cyclical forces of nature. It is impossible to know what these experiences were, as we are not able to experience this modality of mind in the same fashion or <i>timespace</i> as bicameral man of pre-history did. It is not to assume the bicameral mind remains inactive or unused, however, the function of this aspect of mind I must believe, while similar in mechanism, will now take on a completely different purpose. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, a functioning bicameral man would not exist without his or her tribulations. In fact more completely one delves into this non-egotistical automation of mind, it seems the more one is separated or vanquished from the larger general population society. While the basic biological need remain equal (<i>ie</i> the need of food, shelter, and embrace) the every day to day skills of rationalization of the ordinary man in the street are here the just the tip of the ice-burg. Without<i> ego</i> there is no filtration of <i>self</i>. The distinction between '<i>my'</i> voice and every other <i>voice</i> in the known or unknown universe seems now indistinct. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here, to borrow a phrase, <i>there is no recovery</i>. Once the bio-chemical connection is made to the far reaches of a non-verbal prehistoric pictorial mind, one must reorient his or her position in the context of the perception of reality. As rite of passage, this experience is one of premature enlightenment. The elasticity of the mind, mostly controlled through cultural conditioning reshapes perception enough to regain its baseline the center of which however measurably relocated. The prolonged pull and sway of these divergent aspects of mind, I theorize, creates a permanent dislocation or mutability of its center ultimately acting a cross contaminator or interference feedback loop resulting in the distortion ones ability to effectively locate his or her position in <i>timespace</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>To be continued.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">My thoughts are like that. Sometimes there're just lost. Or was it something I dreamt or read on facebook? That's surrealism for you, Baby! In the scheme of things it hardly matters. It's here and then it's gone. And after all what's the real difference between <i>something</i> and <i>nothing </i>anyway? Riddle me this! So, yea I had something - some matter of fact - to sit down and blog about. As my near and dear friend Jon Appleton would say, <i>"Dog ass me, Cow shit I know!?"</i> Sometimes it all comes back like I'm recalling a dream from the night before and it's <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">like "</span>O, yea that was it... transcribe, transcribe, transcribe...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">" So now what are my options? (please note I do, dear reader, hold the treasure of your interest, pleasure, and stimulation paramount in this pursuit) </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Let's see there's that discussion of what Burroughs calls the 'precambrian' mind I've been meaning to explore, my new paintings (see above), then there's that little thing with Steve K and I, hey did you know I'm actually seeing a Dentist? Finally gonna get that cracked tooth fixed! What else? I could access a thousand ideas along the curve of </span>timespace<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">. Explain the past by looking into the present. Predict the future. Complain about my failures. Allude to my accomplishments. Talk about the Weather. Cropcircles. Drug reference. Pontificate. Enunciate. Recall dreams from years past. Speculate on a variable Speed of Light. Converse with the Noosphere. Detail a Singularity. Supersymmetry isn't that Queer? Parallel Park in a Universe of </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Past Lives - or - Just publish the pic. Forget Everything. Come Back Later. </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">My minds a blank. O well.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: justify;">I am born into the pagan rites of spring. Family goes fundamentalist wacko. Yet I can never help ponder the mysteries. I blow my cousin at 16. I fall in love at 21. I'm heart broken at 22. I move to the Frisco coast. I drop acid. Lovely Bohemia. Then at 27 I've got a habit. I kick and move back east. I fall in love again. I find an ego. I build a career. And it's really something now isn't it? I build another auxiliary career. I buy a real fixer upper. Both careers stacked firmly against the other tumble like playing cards. I struggle for an identity. I pick up the pieces. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>For the Time Being, I'll do whatever I can do...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">That night, I don't know if you knew.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I finish a few deep inhales on a joint...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Drifting in I hear this melody.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Peering into a darkened room...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Donna sitting on a cranberry-settee watching MTV.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>It's the first time I see you...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I'm in the balcony at the ORPHEUM.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I sense the displeasure of the goths...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Next I'm up-front at the WARFIELD without any shoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Dosed on Peyote Buttons I travel 3 days... </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Much later I'm there at MAMA KIN'S another face in the crowd.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I throw a paisley shirt on stage which you promptly kick off... </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">At the KNITTING ROOM I never said hello.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>My brother and I stand in the background of that photograph...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On route to BOWERY BALLROOM I'm stranded by the side of the highway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>That night you weren't there...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I send a small black-n-white booklet of etchings to S.W. EDEN.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>We're standing around chit-chatting at the PARADISE... </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">At the IRVING PLAZA I find my way backstage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>At the 'after party' I feel so fucking lost... </i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Outside the TUPELO you're legs are getting badly bitten by mosquitoes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I travel east towards the ocean...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">At the ARMORY I'm such a fucking mess.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I see the half-moon shining behind your silhouette...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We toke on another joint at the JUPITER LOUNGE.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</i></div>Mark Ezra Merrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06436376956719546332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22270140.post-76605107928347650142011-07-29T09:47:00.001-04:002011-08-06T11:57:01.482-04:00ERE I AM J.H.No body reads this shit anymore.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean <i>you!</i> Seriously, with all the <i>shit</i> you've got going on, man -- I'm referring to the generic <i>you</i> btw who I can spontaneously assume is -- you!! Because if that isn't true, I'd be inclined to get to know <i>you</i>... but then again that <i>you</i> isn't be reading this, now are <i>you</i>? I always imagined I'd be 'discovered' (and no ladies and gents I ain't willing to throw in the towel on that one, sorry). For eleven years I sat in that studio covered in mineral spirits and toxic enamel oils completely despondent and absolutely elated with what I had accomplished (most likely in equal measures) and I could always see <i>you</i> walking through my studio door. The hushed silence. The nervous tension. The slow and steady acclimation. The sudden rush of awareness. The stunned look of amazement. The rapturous beauty. Another stunned look of amazement. More rapturous beauty, right down to the check being signed and the dinner plans penciled in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Such a delightful fool am I. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I cannot say that I haven't experienced success as a painter. As I recall there was a lot of clamor at 'Art School' about that word 'success' most if not all of those discussions I remember feeling were futile, pointless, or contrived. For something to make 'sense' to me then it had to be indescribable. It had to feel intense... There weren't many other descriptors other than<i> 'cool' </i>in my lexicon.<i> </i>And why should there be? <i>After all IT is all intense and IT is all beyond description. What kind of ARTIST would I be if I expected anything less? </i>I expect I should have no less remorse than the mother who spends the majority of her workday away from her child so she can, <i>you know</i>, earn a 'living' while along she knows the ends will never meet. And she like I have accepted our fate to a certain degree, yet we both still entertain the idea... <i>there's a higher purpose. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...this purpose for <i>myself</i> is an abstract idea. The <i>only</i> context that I would assume it could be in is the context <i>of a majorettive global collective identity!! </i>But what does that look like?? Have you seen the<i> Walrus? </i>If you have, then think it could look something like that. If it has a form it could only be described by fractal geometry!? If it had substance or meaning then that could only be what it was imbued with?! I am sure this cannot be proven to be <i>true</i>. And I am sure I would have no better descriptor other than... <i>cool!!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
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