Swift Tail (pastel, crayon, newspaper)

A Nice Pear (oil on canvas)

Series 1

Central Park, late 2011(double vision)

My Thai friend L.  took this photo of me in Central Park and described its accidental diplopia.  L., from the combination of having to take the GRE multiple times and her seriousness as a student, has a vast but sometimes displaced vocabulary.  I had to look "diplopia" up.  I'm not sure this is displopia but I'm so accustomed to Instagram and digital photography, I forgot how beautiful film and all its improbability can be at the hands of an amateur.

In the White River, Jamaica

Dear 7 Percent Nation

Dear 7 Percent Nation,

Please excuse the formality of this letter.  I wanted to approach you with the utmost care, hoping not to offend or put any one on the spot.  For though this may come off as a rather strange letter, I write with absolute sincerity.

My name is _______________.  I am a white, 31-year-old theatre actor who dabbles in music, writing and filmmaking.  I currently live in the Morningside Heights neighborhood of Harlem.

An influential part of my youth was spent listening to consciousness rap of the early 90's(K.M.D., Public Enemy, BDP, Brand Nubian, Two Kings and a Cypher, X-Clan, etc.)  That education is inextricably linked to a certain poetry I felt.  Now that many years have passed and I am an adult, I would like to recapture this poetry in my own life.

It is difficult for me to ask for what I am describing.  The request requires much introduction.

I have no illusions about how Black Islam views the white man, myself included.  I would never stoop to the level of so many white liberals in thinking I can somehow reconcile the inequalities and suffering and overcome our radical differences.

Ideally, I would like to attend some gatherings, classes perhaps, be allowed to take notes and shoot footage.  Please understand, I'm not interested in a hard, literal portrait of your organization, only the most deranged and loose evocation of its essence creativity and the moment can offer.

I'm not entirely sure what I can give you in return, making this request all the more ridiculous.  I have little money and no notoriety.

Is there a precedent for what I'm asking?  Jean Genet, the writer, was able to move among The Black Panthers and I was hoping I might be able to, for just a short time, move among you.

Thank you for your time and consideration,

______________________

Whole Vietnams

Was it that days in succession had been suspended whole Vietnams of restriction on love thoughts, experience my God? and now could act human what would be called gorge, great gorge One reality displacing the perspective of the other. Needed triangles in his speech and a magnificent Victor Borge translator someone intermediary to language(that edifice) and sound.

At the same time, we move lateral. I'm gonna graduate you, as they ate a fish dinner and patted their own backs stupid values crumbling. No Goddamn Art is not a success. Take your high profile and eat it like the cold dinner it is. Who got fat off his legacy. Who got the applause. Living for the implement of security which the pulsing print on the paycheck THE RAINS of sound diminish this purview(and I got my P word which desperately I thought would complete the thought).

No art. No graduation. No success. No lateral move. Damnest. Pine needles in winter twinkle bustling of lipstick bright maple from its inclusion disappears echoes of its presence come back

Every return is a plea for identification.

What I that in days---my will force explodes REMAIN NOW all she said that came through. And the male voice so close to LION

Sunshine take.

Whole Vietnams. I lived by pieces. Enacting women one Taiwanese as particles of that place. A ship mystic moving through Halong between the thighs of karst over dirty great emerald green RUNNN NOW SCALE FASTER TO MAST great magnificent gay man manner all watching her too DIVE TREMENDOUS into TERRIBLE depth HOLY MOUNTAIN beneath to compact my spine leave me immense torn tiny and wilting. I die only to comeback.

Himma reference We to do away with analog I. Wanna be the God man WHOLE gods sure next to Whole Foods the energy I know from her not to be a pure giving of direction take a left, right on Himalaya but energy to consume take over I AM BETTER THAN YOU says this America. America to be better than you. Make a career. Finest sticks for your perch, mac. And the whole season me below, window cracked thinking I'd like that nest to make like a tree and leave. Black poor uneducated "safety is relative" hands reaching from the dankest deep of parments APART

They the two told the Poet to write of frozen bird in time. The lanterns are hanging fulgarante jaws vibrating shimmering like tone possessing metals\\

What to know of these energies when I do not see the dippers(what escapes me), when I forget the words which were just mine, when I don't agree with my picture, when my performance is useful to a almighty DOWNLOAD. Note: every man's voice is brusque tangle of OVER. The clasp of sound shatters. Brush your teeth brush your hair.

And his projection of cock a protection an Eternity to which I aspired. Foil to her lumpy asian body and the desire I could not feel needed the two forces working at once to mend my heart. And that is love, cries twinkling spirit, a suture not like the love we know when young damageless but a medic THE OCCUPY kids rushing to aid an epileptic Himma hold hands back no picture folks

Conservative Aptitude running itself into the bargain town of our protest arms. "I want in!"

Musical Review

Song: "I'm a Useless Toothless Blackman and I'll Prove This"

Some point Gweneeta, the token black woman of the show, "help" turns to the audience seconding whatever the tenor just demonstrated.

Vietnam as Viet No Mas