Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a sampling from new series [organ]ic :



bound to be again
ghostmist midnight
never mastered

tramping
liquor highways
reserve shattered
near psychosis

fisted
skullmad
anxious
for anything

inertia

















there are those that would
there are those that might

spotted
owly
spotlighted ...

nausea is your spacesuit

nausea is your spacesuit. swirl shoulders inviting in wilderness beats and invisible one night stand code. blue hindlegs arouse spellbound dolls. yummy evening night in tremble tentacle rhythm. celestial long field lightning. rotating peak of daylight meal. by magic the ...

one experiences yesterday's masked stilts


the pea green sounds. delightful okay reason strange excitement. description paint lamp very ill. tremulous light banter about the irrational evening. the walls hum fuel-injected. melancholy stranger thinking about crackled slid puddles. like golden ...

our love is a three-legged rabbit
with pink marquee eyes bootlegging
this fiery feeling zero'd into oval targets
desirously jettisoned into very center
of our thoughts into midnight kablooey
fuel-injected i'll speak easy speak easy
as you dance through strobe-lit fields
flashing dear legs dipping ...

quiet down

description of a woman wearing a feather boa. pea green sunglasses. picture of a woman standing wearing a mink stole. of a woman description. description of a green mink boa wearing a woman. that fits into. a woman wearing. worn out weary wearing woman fits into description of a woman ...

pretty once before the dust fell through space
it felt mysteriously beautiful for a time
to inhabit another body you told me to do
as i pleased and please would i of course
approached with trembling milk fingers
feeling strangely something else
pink leaf flying over a plateau
swallowing sequined ...

"every bodies eyes glazed" ---> memorable! this line will be echoing in my head for days...

i like this quite a bit...

-a

hey markk--you're damn right klang! haha...

i try to keep the "rattle & hum grooving"...i really do...

nice to see you here...

-a

a muffled diving into nowhere
try to hide the tears hard from daddy
mommy doesn't help she's anywhere

what's the present to bring
but what i've already seen
i can't see exactly

i want to break my arm
shove it off let it slide
so far away from my body

let it be tattooed by
a dislocated member
let ...

oh btw as i read through your responses to stilltrucking i was reminded of a song by joy division...i think the song was "heart and soul"...it's something that keeps going through my head as i've gone through so much...the lyrics read or are sung something like this "the past is now part of my ...

as many know i am not a big fan of rhyming...but the images that you conjure up in this piece are spellbinding in a way that i cannot quite put my finger on...

--andrew lundwall

gee whiz...thanks everybody!

--a

intense!

of course i heard you and i am sure (since we are all little voyeurs) others did too...

~K lovely work...lovely work as always...as always lovely work ~K...as always ~K such lovely work...such lovely ~K work it is so lovely...oh come on over here and hold me

andrew

actually it's not a cut-up...it's a pretty straightforward piece...i rarely attempt a cut-up...i create cut-ups for inspiration sometimes...there are times where i've added peppered in a line or lines from a cut-up to a poem if i think that it is relevant to a particular piece but for the most part ...