there, here & now

yes, we are leaving...

it is early spring in this small town. a view from my bedroom window looking east. yes, the documentation will continue of my departure - and arrival to whatever is awaiting there- a few towns south.

...a house wide with dust...

...there was this town...

...in the church of my heart - the choir is on fire...

views from the terrace...

my reality... comprised of chaos and disorder...

my views from the terrace...

rizotto, the stuffed tuna, and the orpheus tree - traditionally 'up' until easter but what the hell?!? ...so much for tradition.



the 'fated sky' and another view...

?THAUMA TURGIUM!

friday, 4 april 2008 -- first friday at the Main Street Museum!

?Politicking Magic; The Iconographic Cross-Currents of Cartooning and
Conjuring; Selections of Graphic Art and Artifacts from the Chadbourne
Thaumaturgium? exhibition from Thursday, 3 April ? 27 May, 2008

Opening Reception Friday 4 April, 2008 from 6 ? 8 pm. champagne and
cupcakes!

Aerial Suspension (of selected patrons of the Museum) at 7:00 pm
our little-er members defy gravity with Montague Chadbourne,
prestidigitator and visiting research fellow for the main street museum
from new york city.

also: "TAROTovMEM" the random digital tarot readings (RDTR) of mark ezra
merrill. come experience it!

but wait, there's more! as a spectacular observance of the birthday of
graham robinson (main street museum roadie and esteemed volunteer), with
cake!
and our house band
Pariah Beat!
roots music and so much more!
playing the Museum Stage -- 9 to 11pm

All Free and Open to the Public! Donations accepted for the band!

self-portrait as marcel duchamp

one of those televised lifetimes...

you know me nothing is immediate god what is going on mopping up my life televised reality banality nothingness foreverness forget i said anything seriously forget it gorget me that's it thats the name live long and only for art love music find me in the purple light a great height falling felled picking myself back up again its this work like sisyphus said a nation of finks ask me ask again forget it forget everything forget nothing being time enough to be late the center of truth today is 1 2 3...I found the center of fruit is late, It is the center of truth today, Cut the apple in two,Oh, I pray it isn't true, I found the center of fruit is late,

Is the center of truth today, I cut the apple in two, Oh, I pray it isn't true

Tarot of Collaboration

Mark E Merrill as the fool...

onward...

the house mark will build. photo is last summer. (originally built 1888 - but as now no heat, pluming, or electric - luckily i have that three year architectural degree - and fancy new drafting software for my mac. plans include a 450+/- sq ft second floor painting studio, down stairs wood shop, stained glass studio, and of course some living space... ok. time to get to it...

IT IS ACCOMPLISHED?

when they look back at all this will they say he was a kind man? He was a good man? That he had plans? That he had wisdom? Bukkshit man!

soon...

...soon, all accounts of my language will s h i n e through. What this means is anyone's guess. I find I am now writing to appease the academic demigods to whom I am so... lovingly indebted. Is this what I imagined it would be? Does it matter? What matters? Speak, now I ask you... what matters? Is it this? or is it that? A jot? A tiddle? Can you tell me? But ov who do I ask? This this. This now, now and forever... Remember me as I am... as I was, as I would have been... I am yours... and no other....