portrait of the artist's father

"portrait" june 2007

sweet summer

"Front Porch and View of Neighbors House with Flag" 2007

post

tonight

me as i am, or the most recent

me as depected, and if one

would ask, "what does that mean"

one could say alot.

but that's always the question,

isn't?

back in black

back in the studio for a 'month of clean up' after the born free radicals exhibit at the main street museum. ready? set? go...

...more: painting, digital imagrey, web-design in the works.

also, mem goes wiki

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From MSM Lecture

Mark E Merrill at the Main Street Museum

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look here see born free radicals 3/23/07look here

moog

the 2004 documentary of bob moog proves to be a most enlightening journey "sliding backwards" into the analogs of sound synthesizing, but most interesting are bob's musings on such topics as mind/machine interfacing as well as his meandering philosophical insight. gurus of sound include sterolab, keith emerson, and sun ra. not to be missed out. mark e merrill

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born free radicals

Art is a substitution for life, an inversion, not a memory or representation, but a mirror through which enters a bizzaro universe.



The Main Street Museum is stunned to announce -- "Born Free Radicals" -- a glimpse into a strange, color saturated science of artist Mark E Merrill

Born Free Radicals is not art, it is, in one sense, the actual physical overlay of the Periodic Table onto 20th Century trends of individual artworks and artists. And in another, it is something else, entirely.

A heroic Periodic Table of Modern Elements at the Museum's front gallery
Exhibited simultaneously with New Ready-made Minis -- A Dada concept run amok

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Thursday March 22 - Saturday May 26, 2007

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Opening Reception

Friday 23 March 5 to 8 pm
Champagne and lemon cake
Sir Isaac Luxon’s Jazz Combo

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Artists Lecture by Mark E Merrill “Elements in Crisis”

w/ Q & A & Evasive Tactics
Sunday April 1st 4 - 6 pm


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Here we are at the edge of the world,
Where all possibilities are distilled into the pure potential
Of your mind

Even the simplest
Of questions
Are sheer impossibilities

What is this?
Why is this?

Playing over and over like a mantra
Eventually releasing us from the limitations
Of knowledge

Our ever increasing need
Of need
Compels us further

Into the void of insecurity
Reluctant and avoidant
Of the gaze

Transforms cities into dust
Mountains into sand
Reality into an uncertainty, perplexity

And complexity
We are powerless against
The forces of the unknown
Here in lies the strength
Of acceptance
Transmutating

The attachment
To what is
Or what is not

The change we must effect
Is forever fluid
The moment we cling to it

To posses it
It is
Forever gone

Dream of now
And
Forever good

street light people

shadows in day light
shadow in memory
shadow is the dream within the dream

shadow is time, shadow is illusion
only the shadow knows
wherever your shadow goes

my life is unlived
hidden from pain
and joy

unreal is my city
unless i live
in its shadow

unreal am i
looking to find
the least resistance

the fastest route
to the surface
to breathe the shadow air

intent
on robbing the shadow
of it secrets

the shadow
won't be held

dance
as we dance
a thousand lightyears

your shadow shows me
the shadow
of my form and substance

we notice
our movements are in unison
how the night

will destroy us
how we will destroy
ourselves

unless we move towards
and stay here
in the light

extracting exact distraction

wht=
ths

what is
this

why
is
this

why
ASK?

why know?

who knows?

so, besides these random
questions what else?

where to begin?

augh, you see, that's

the issue it seems, as it seems

i've already done

such.

o.k. for example, today - what the swtfuk was that all about?

like every day or most other days,

and you know,

that could be it.



something that isn't like something else.

a time that isn't like

all the rest,

the mindless labor

or concerns that seem to use up a day,

hanging on hold

on a phone tree

useless time.



it is

when you don't know.

when the expereince isn't

familiar. what happens then?

what is the mind doing then?

is it asking questions?

is it reacting, is it acting?

does it want

what it knows?


yes

no?


so today, what was that all about.

i can't say.

so i am bound to repeat it

one way or another

and

some i must

some i want to

others i wish i could just let go.



mem

white sucker blues

Seas, the great roar,
that shattered your one of a sweet madness
has murmured its ballad to the tree and anthem falls from the golden stars.

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o pale mine

I come to you, so silent in the night
so mans starlight
you come seeking, in the night, the flowers snow does to a fire;
your great visions is there will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all wind, that, your emotional rescue

yeah, the other night, will be your knight in shining armour
coming to your escapes a small rustle of wings;
- a mysterious ophelia mine
you will be mine, you will be mine, all floats like a great lily;
floats very slowly, child the great mountains of norway
that spoke to you in rumors to your dreaming mind;
it was your heart freedom! what a dream, oh poor crazed girl!
you melted times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
some nest from waters;
the shivering willows weep on her thousand twisting your great hair,
brought strange with the nothing I can say
nothing I can do
to change your blue unfolds in a wreath
her great veils rising and falling picked
and that he has seen on the water, stealthy, so pekinese
ill be your savior, steadfast and true
ill down the long black river.
for more than a thousand morning sate mute at your knees!

heaven! love! house
yeah, baby, I’m crying over you

don’t you whew
yes, you could be mine
tonight and every night
I come to your emotional rescue
ill come to your can hear carried off by a river!
- it was the winds descending rescue
you will be mine, you will be mine, child
you low voices of better freedom.

it was a breath of a the sighs of the nights;

it was the voice to him as baby
I’m like a child baby
child yeah, I’m like and lying in her long veils...
- in the far-off woods you ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
at lying ophelia! beautiful as snow!
yes child, you died, of mad special breed
you think that you’re his pet night I was mine
you could be mine, could be mine
be mine, all eye!

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- and the poet says that by all in her long veils
white ophelia floating, like a which dissolve in sleep
ill be your savior, steadfast emotional rescue

yeah, you should be mine, mine, know animal quiet
ill be your savior, steadfast

the promises were never made to keep?
just like the across in
you can’t get out
you’re just a poor girl in a rich listening to the song of nature
in the groans of the child's heart, too human and too soft;
it was a strangled your words
- and fearful infinity terrified the desert with a fine arab charger

on the years her and true
ill come to your emotional rescue
ill come to crying
like a child, yeah, I was crying
crying like a pale knight, a poor madman
who one april that you them true
ill come to your emotional rescue
ill come to your mind
I’m so in love with you
you’re too deep emotional rescue

I was dreaming last night
last from sound the mort.

for more than a great lily. mine
I will be your knight in shining armour
riding dreaming
how you’d be mine, but I was emotional night, crying
crying baby, yeah I’m crying
yeah I’m like a calm black water where the stars are sleeping
white shoulder,
the rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow. evening breeze.

the wind kisses her breasts and your child, like a child
like a child

you think you’re years sad ophelia
has passed, a white phantom, handsome