creative acts, ways of being, some carnage, some assholes and the inevitable sound of subways

“The object isn‘t to make art,

it’s to be in that wonderful state

which makes art inevitable.”

- Robert Henri

the name is Neo, by the way

So this:

From this book:

Which, for the cultural palate, goes great with this particular dish (meaning the book, not my talking head, skip the head to read the page)

The book:

The page:

And why not have some side-dish Cave:

“I have no time for negativity, cynicism or blame. In that regard I feel as if I am completely and hopelessly out of time.”

If one is so inclined to consume even LESS negativity, cynicism or blame (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED), read Cave’s newsletter The Red Hand Files and/or this book.

I could go on quoting this book, and Rubin’s book in full. I might! But not now. Now it’s time to finish this particular dish. So, finally, let’s mix it up with some good ol’ Kurt Vonnegut, thereby making sure the Michelin Art stars are shining as brightly as ever:

And for those wondering if Vonnegut is for them:

from his great 1973 novel, breakfast of champions

Have a great day everyone, please follow the exit sign below.

green on green

green on green

becomes

yellow green

on

green

becomes yellow

on green.

always turning leaves

like a record

recorded amongst leaves

ever turning

turning, turning

to e.w.

a poem. inspired by:

a green leaf resting, then slowly turning yellow, on a green record.

the record is by Bernie Krause, and is called ‘The Great Animal Orchestra’

(a song one might want to listen to, from a different album, but i’m listening to it now, is rainy-day dream)

the album, altered:

or, another version

The plant’s name is Klaus von Rukbat al Samakah-fume (Klaus, for short). Named after its former caregivers‘ star signs.

Klaus is resting its (former) green leaf on Krause’s record. Klaus & Krause. They seem happy enough together.

AND THUS!

so it was,

green on green.

weeks later, yellowish green,

then, greenish yellow

later still, no more green, just yellow.

yellow on green.

and so, with the turning leaves

and the ever turning green,

the poem above was born.

pic playing

red & green - faust & mephistopheles - harry clarke - more on him, here

penciled mist

colorful river landscape