Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
- Zine - V1 - Social Sculpture -
The zine is entitled "social sculpture" its pages contain a variety of text and visual compositions (drawings, embroidery and collage) that challenges our modernistic existence formed from constraints of duality and what Freud coined "the super ego". Exposing its limitations and destructive habits whom perpetuate ignorance whilst spreading self indulgence.
There are only 51 originals/copies of this edition whose size is 11" x 17" soft cover, there is no original because these 51 where produced by creating not only page layouts yet also that layouts composition placed on the copy machine holds layers and elements not found on the layout page. Continuing these editions artistic process beyond the copy machine each is uniquely numbered/signed along with handmade bindings and covers completed their artistic process.
Below is an excerpt from the zine along with a few images:
Excerpt from An Apple Pie Existence...
"whilst few find themselves beyond conflict and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked nothing is fact
as it is a loss of values applied to our every stride
the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other"
cover
beginning
middle
end
There are only 51 originals/copies of this edition whose size is 11" x 17" soft cover, there is no original because these 51 where produced by creating not only page layouts yet also that layouts composition placed on the copy machine holds layers and elements not found on the layout page. Continuing these editions artistic process beyond the copy machine each is uniquely numbered/signed along with handmade bindings and covers completed their artistic process.
Below is an excerpt from the zine along with a few images:
Excerpt from An Apple Pie Existence...
"whilst few find themselves beyond conflict and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked nothing is fact
as it is a loss of values applied to our every stride
the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other"
cover
beginning
middle
end
Saturday, September 3, 2011
come in...
come in
come in
to this one last dinner
for you my sinner
as the darkness i see
settles around times of the
come in
come in
tis a small world positioned
and i am no cup conditioned
without your way of going
longer my welcome for you showing
come in
come in
as life changes
of wires pull the stranges
and rustled trees pass the centuries
you are back to going a tease
come in
come in
whats offered to lend
you are not family nor friend
yet you mange the silly way
of such things i say
come in
come in
for implying the breath of you
the right of this way stay true
a wound up toy i be
for the flesh of the
come in
come in
when you have no one to keep warm
know i can't hurt in the storm
palms extending with light
a book never ending you fight
come in
come in
warned of the awful things
your longing a miss that stings
burnt the clothing of blind
naked absence lacks this mind
come in
come in
there is warmth here
turn around embrace the queer
this one hand who lays to love
as i hear the generous above
come in
come in
share the days with me
send your ways to the
call to me when blue
fighting your evil i shall do
come in
come in
to have your very here
devil or angel i dare not fear
when you walk in there goes loneliness
lay here for its you i miss
come in
come in
.....................................RFK'11
come in
to this one last dinner
for you my sinner
as the darkness i see
settles around times of the
come in
come in
tis a small world positioned
and i am no cup conditioned
without your way of going
longer my welcome for you showing
come in
come in
as life changes
of wires pull the stranges
and rustled trees pass the centuries
you are back to going a tease
come in
come in
whats offered to lend
you are not family nor friend
yet you mange the silly way
of such things i say
come in
come in
for implying the breath of you
the right of this way stay true
a wound up toy i be
for the flesh of the
come in
come in
when you have no one to keep warm
know i can't hurt in the storm
palms extending with light
a book never ending you fight
come in
come in
warned of the awful things
your longing a miss that stings
burnt the clothing of blind
naked absence lacks this mind
come in
come in
there is warmth here
turn around embrace the queer
this one hand who lays to love
as i hear the generous above
come in
come in
share the days with me
send your ways to the
call to me when blue
fighting your evil i shall do
come in
come in
to have your very here
devil or angel i dare not fear
when you walk in there goes loneliness
lay here for its you i miss
come in
come in
.....................................RFK'11
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
an apple pie existence
a century ago, still we where an agricultural society
now, plowed lands are of lost propriety
for steady the growth of our material choices
from shamefully shallow and hallow homes are self echoed voices
as it is us who are the wasted, the un-functional the un-fair
standing shadowed on a spiraled stare
as it is us who've become enamored by our themes,
cars boats our un-sizable dreams
loosing values in the ever growing ease
of pix-elated color tv's
now part of the city its brutal artifice we face problems and pressures
stressing desperate measures
its entirety a fabrication of self undressing
an urban masking of the natural blessing
for how attractive the guilty conscious
of the miss-man-nerd stanches
as wealthy professions indulge upon
the green the manicured the lawn
and frown for finding their yacht's far to small
yet in some way don't we all
so they stand not alone
but a chorus of single tone
for our desire to join their ranks
we ourselves become the skanks
in the double standards of duality
lies this self constrained reality
as we are all the dilettante of endless want.
and it is i
and you who
have sold out to the world in which we are
stopping short to lower the bar
whilst few find themselves beyond conflict
and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked
nothing is fact
it is a loss of values applied
to our every stride
the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other
as no longer we are quiet in the land nor bestill in the heart
for now we play a parody a part
as we live in a society that is geared
to making money and ruling the feared
preserving each our "way" of life
without examining the specifics of our strife.
as there are many good things about an apple pie existence
though questionable our current slice
to which we dare not think twice
as apples picked out of country and out of season
the unknown farmer poorly paid for no good reason
sells his sugar the cane of coke
whose brown bubbles choke
the people, the effort, the value of baked bread
now packaged sliced and fed
though answers are to be found
with intent and inner sound
here we'll come to find
the same of every kind
and see for each the other
of our own an inward lover
which in we accept our sin
and soon begin
turning blind eyes
towards our ugly our inhuman our lies
no longer we'll trick the self
thinking there is a shelf
to put and place one above another
truly seeing the same, one mother
then and there
amidst this honest care
matched by our intent
our actions no longer unmeant
we can see and serve
the equal we all deserve
for there and then
is when
we need not dread
the unknown,
the future ahead
rfk 2011
-------------------------------------------------
now, plowed lands are of lost propriety
for steady the growth of our material choices
from shamefully shallow and hallow homes are self echoed voices
as it is us who are the wasted, the un-functional the un-fair
standing shadowed on a spiraled stare
as it is us who've become enamored by our themes,
cars boats our un-sizable dreams
loosing values in the ever growing ease
of pix-elated color tv's
now part of the city its brutal artifice we face problems and pressures
stressing desperate measures
its entirety a fabrication of self undressing
an urban masking of the natural blessing
for how attractive the guilty conscious
of the miss-man-nerd stanches
as wealthy professions indulge upon
the green the manicured the lawn
and frown for finding their yacht's far to small
yet in some way don't we all
so they stand not alone
but a chorus of single tone
for our desire to join their ranks
we ourselves become the skanks
in the double standards of duality
lies this self constrained reality
as we are all the dilettante of endless want.
and it is i
and you who
have sold out to the world in which we are
stopping short to lower the bar
whilst few find themselves beyond conflict
and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked
nothing is fact
it is a loss of values applied
to our every stride
the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other
as no longer we are quiet in the land nor bestill in the heart
for now we play a parody a part
as we live in a society that is geared
to making money and ruling the feared
preserving each our "way" of life
without examining the specifics of our strife.
as there are many good things about an apple pie existence
though questionable our current slice
to which we dare not think twice
as apples picked out of country and out of season
the unknown farmer poorly paid for no good reason
sells his sugar the cane of coke
whose brown bubbles choke
the people, the effort, the value of baked bread
now packaged sliced and fed
though answers are to be found
with intent and inner sound
here we'll come to find
the same of every kind
and see for each the other
of our own an inward lover
which in we accept our sin
and soon begin
turning blind eyes
towards our ugly our inhuman our lies
no longer we'll trick the self
thinking there is a shelf
to put and place one above another
truly seeing the same, one mother
then and there
amidst this honest care
matched by our intent
our actions no longer unmeant
we can see and serve
the equal we all deserve
for there and then
is when
we need not dread
the unknown,
the future ahead
rfk 2011
-------------------------------------------------
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
from a bed of swords lies the jack snake
whom thinks he has the bite to take
down his enemy up one floor
whose hand he sees on heavens door
so the surpent sends his guilt
from the bed he had built
and thinks no less
of the grave distress
as he casts his shame
on those he seeks to blame
yet the shame is true of him and who
the surpent scurches
from his well lit perches
and with little looking he shall find
himself an enemy of those behind
for place them all side to side
then you'll see the nothing to hide
that they're each the same
no matter the cut
or mix of mut
for he is who & me & you
whom thinks he has the bite to take
down his enemy up one floor
whose hand he sees on heavens door
so the surpent sends his guilt
from the bed he had built
and thinks no less
of the grave distress
as he casts his shame
on those he seeks to blame
yet the shame is true of him and who
the surpent scurches
from his well lit perches
and with little looking he shall find
himself an enemy of those behind
for place them all side to side
then you'll see the nothing to hide
that they're each the same
no matter the cut
or mix of mut
for he is who & me & you
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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