Sunday, November 29, 2009

permanent

if i had a word
that if spoken
would affect the world
it would be
rooted in
erasure
and
deletion

Monday, November 23, 2009

Dead sunflowers in a skull

when i think
about
being close to someone again
i recoil
because i am still hurt
vulnerable
to you
i want to see you
still
i can't afford to see you
or
to even speak to you
but
it is your birthday this week
on Wednesday
i want to say
happy birthday
to you
if you read this

happy
birthday

Collaborative works from a while back

MSSR vs. Christian Flynn and Brent Wilson
MSSR and 88 Moreton Street, New Farm
14 to 16 August 2009

The exhibition explores non-productive activity through the presentation of video, installation, performance and photographic artwork. The three artists have developed new work individually as well as collaboratively and will present it across two venues, MSSR and 88 Moreton Street. FLynee states 'We replaced Duchamps sense of indifferenece with a feeling less removed but still somewhat alienated. The photos document our attempt to breach that alienation. Hence the band look, but they still give room for the individual perhaps?'

Sunday, November 22, 2009

final recourse

in the heart of summer
i can see
black waters
cold
perfect
deep and frozen
full of places to hide

from you

Friday, November 20, 2009

hi, go fuck yourself

i reek of desperation
sleeping tablets
beer

no wonder i look like shit

Sunday, November 15, 2009

yolpt

i am a cocktail
in three parts
i am a 14 hour cocktail
i am the remains of a dead love bubble
i am a slow mother fucker
you fucking slow mother fucker
slow mother fucker
slow mother fucker
slow
mother
fucker
slow
the
fuck
down
and
hide
the fuck
away

Saturday, November 14, 2009

away

extinguish all the light in the world

learn to see in the dark

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Mongrel

kill me now 
because i am a wanker

if you challenge me to a fight
i will kill you and your family

Mongrel

Cure venom with venom.

Restore something old.

Fall in love with that which you cannot have.

Steal only from your friends.

Remove impurities.

Eliminate glamor.

Establish correct order.

Evaluate tactics.

Marginalise your parents.

Abuse privilege.

Stock your larder.

Load all guns.

Identify enemies.

Identify non-hostiles.

Confirm your target.

Push the button.

Mongrel

Rhetorical questions are not a sound basis for information exchange.

Praise for attack.

BBQ an unlikely victim.

Forgive someone (not yourself) who does not deserve it.

Refuse to move with the times.

Sew doubt into solid relationships.

Safety first.

Smoke a packet of cigarettes that you would otherwise give away.

Practice safe sex.

Share needles with people you trust.

Spread the risk.

Kill someone who deserves it.

Make a scene.

Steal from those who can afford it.

Make the poor realise who is boss.

Mongrel

Everything in this town is pinned down. And for a thief like me that makes things very difficult indeed.

I find myslef almost always with a glass in my hand. It could be coffee or wine. Probably wine. Sometimes it is water, when I'm recovering.

I want to taste everything.

Shit magnet. My work is a shit magnet.

Shit can.

Cholesterol is an issue of which we should all be very aware. It can clog the arteries of people and kill them.

I think that bad blood is connected with hearts that attack.

I miss my Mum's pea and ham soup.

Let the children go free. They know nothing.

I know love. This fact makes me very happy.

I hope I find love with a woman again.

I would like to have sex with someone that I love.

Drown in wine.

More massacre.

Deliver the goods.

Keep up your fluids.

Stare.

Mongrel

Fear retribution.

Remain in the que.

Don't trust.

Smoke is the product of fire.

Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

In time you will be thankful of things and regretful of things.

Get by on charity.

Forget.

One arm is enough.

If the future makes you cry.

Cry.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

silver silver

there is an opening

you see a wasteland

it comes to you

and now it is inside you

Monday, November 2, 2009