oh, yeah. . . that looks better

they sure did hurry up and destroy my art show. . . and this installation has rotted out there for weeks~

don't want to be a chair

pull a revolution from within ~ with so much simplicity
quit smoking and free yourself from financial/ physical dependance
i'm just saying ~
stop buying beer / wine / alcohol products~ the paper cash rewards will astound you
walk away from this air-conditioned slavery
this fence works both ways ~ all we have to do is stop using their products~ stop going to these glittering malls~ don't go out and watch a movie~ make your own~
that hideous inner strength to ~ make your own ~ make your own stars ~ be your own heroes
painted over manifestos ~ we don't have to do anything ~ but support each other~ trade and barter to create an independent country ~ inside this existing edifice
we don't have to move or take to the streets or destroy anything~ just walk around it ~ ignore it
they can't make us buy a new TV~ they can't make us dance to their songs ~pray to their money / gods / actors / objects
just start over~ as a moth
their world will be worthless
while ours could be anything we wanted~ with a new pattern~ a new template
they can only create / the artificial
we can slip between the grating of this cage~
don't
move to unpopular places~
we hold this society/ this very country / propped up / this is ours
the death of the automobile
the tree could have feed us
the wealthy don't live here~ they inhabit some unmapped cities ~ and we are free
is it a crime to ask for my social security now ? to scream ~ i don't want to pay taxes
this all seems so easy, all it takes is a little self control, find a bike, go for a hike, stop reading magazines, have a tea party, try to keep it straight edge~ stay home~ buy nothing~ and the cage around us could wither, dry and vanish
just because we need a remodel doesn't mean we need a fire
we could try a simple path of . . . not doing anything



NE!L~

paintings bring out the worst in people

i wanted you to see this line drawing painting proclaiming myself as the ultra-new-noir-Nagel
a painting titled. . . there's a tree. . . before i manage to mess it all up
yesterday's sunset percolated through the raging forest fires on the peninsula was spectacular orange red mango i almost crashed and went blind
i couldn't sleep last night for some reason and i can always sleep, i read three differnent books and paced turned off the lights and turned them on again~and off
standing at the kitchen sink sippping water looking out to the street~ the guys next door are winding up a little evening, getting into cars and i see some young man staring at my street art show and peeing on my driveway
i loose it and run out front and start yelling at him and his three buddies behind him /the girls climbing into cars / but being nice clean cut college boys they all started apologizing and
what can we do ?
get a hose and clean my driveway ~ this is where my kids play
and at one in the morning a bunch of young guys in button down shirts are using garden hoses to clean their piss off my drive
while i pace~ inside/ laughing/ boiling with adrenaline

this is what art has given me

NE!L~

use no surf lingo

i did not write a novel this weekend and thus have failed ~ at 3 day novel writing~ ahh~ next year awaits
worked third shift all night/came home and Little MeeMee drove us to La Push
where we discovered free range mustaches and the first sign that summer is over Fuzzywuzzy
hold on boys~ school starts today
logs like prehistoric monsters
where the world ends
to eat marshmallows from sticks ~ while hiding behind
the swell of the summer
kinda a PUMPFAKE
although this young man boogie-boarded his heart out~ great job Dashiell
i love this Right
this is the cover of the novel i failed to produce~ Untitled
this is the gun that killed my spirit
this is the busiest picture i could possibly compose without moving the very structure of place
we all loose something
the crowds went wild when the waves proved too fast and fickle for these puny Cascadian arms~ so they set the log jam on fire
while i thought it was heaven, empty peaks to my self, choosey lefts and rights, frozen cold water
my boys sleep right through dawn patrol

and so do i ~ clutching hot grindy coffees
de leaf of the coca
i watch the family play and try not to say anything


WARNING DO NOT LOOK DOWN~ YOU WILL BE GROSSED OUT



last chance / underpants

Dirty South has moved to the north-side


NE!L~