My Commitment
Living the absolute ordinary, with delicate hands, is the only approach.
So, in the gallery of imperceptible work, I sit and witness the machine.
The Confessions of Saint Paint
Living the absolute ordinary, with delicate hands, is the only approach.
So, in the gallery of imperceptible work, I sit and witness the machine.
The Playground is oblong in shape and has a grey cement floor.
The school building encloses one long and short side with its red brick walls whilst the other two sides have a small grass boarder extending about three metres past the cement culminating in a very tall thorn bush hedge.
There are three boys gathered in one of the corners, one where the wall meets the hedge.
One boy says, "So what of it?"
Another replies "It felt as if I was holding the knife itself, in my hand, I could feel it in my hand as I read, I could feel the weight of the blade and then, when I got to the end, to the end of the poem, it vanished!"
"And then you saw the blade hanging on the wall, across the room?"
"Yes yes exactly, I saw the blade in front of me across the room."
"Tip pointing down?"
"Yes, down to the floor."
The third boy remained silent and imagined big trucks on the motorway driving long distances.
He knew that each truck had a living beating heart but never found the right words to communicate it.
So he sat there in the shower with his mouth open letting the warm water pour in and out of his mouth.
Mary,
You carried the heaviest weight,
And you did not break.
Sometimes I feel like I am breaking.
Show me that it is possible
To stand with an open heart
And hold contradictions.
Stay with me and don't leave.
Thank you.
The three same boys are in The Playground.
The first and second boy are holding big chalks drawing complex diagrams on the pavement.
"It's getting bad again"
"Like the first time?"
"Like the first time"
The second boy puts his pale blue chalk to the floor and draws a line from where he is kneeling all the way to the first boy who, in response, uses his pale pink chalk to scribble all over the blue line.
They both fall down laughing spread eagle across the concrete. The sun rises.
The third boy, ignoring the other two boys, is spinning around with his arms outstretched.
He is waiting for his true love. On his phone there is an image with text that he saved a long time ago, one he has never shown a soul.
He is planning on showing this to his true love. She will say "wow, this is literally it".
The boy practices his reply aloud, "yes" he says, "yes" he says again.
I am witness to now.
Honking my nut.
And Christ...
He's honking his horn,
He's dreaming of pussy,
He's eating sardines
In his car,
Dreaming of pussy,
Honking his horn for the poor.
Heal this place and bless everyone who feels like they're fucked.
Amen
Or like
Bon appetite!
Same boys, same playground. After a long week Boy 1 and 2 have pitched a tent and are asleep.
Boy 3 is made of plasticine stretching all the way across the concrete.
He sees how the texture imprints in his skin. "I..." the boy says to himself, "...almost forgot..."
The next bit is unclear. Either he beckons down, or invokes, or manifests a kind of spirit, or feeling, imagining (?) that resembles a duplicate body made from the wisps of dandelion canopies
A body that greets him like a bow a string.
And the wind plays clouds in autumn and the pines like tines in spring.
And I can't forget you sweetheart but I have to and I will.
Clonking lumber
Makes through moss
Crumbing the crest of when
Hungry for the prime nut
Head all flat
Fucking old-ass man deleting my apps
(Nooooo!)
Musty God farting directly into my mouth
Like he's literally trying to make me cry
The Playground under sunset. Two boys at opposite corners, both dressed in black.
"I wrote it for you."
"Really?"
"Yes, well to you, for you."
"...thanks"
"I don't really want to talk about it. I don't know why I brought it up like that."
"No it's sweet. I appreciate you telling me"
"Yeah.." scrunching his face up to resolve any resonant emotions "yeah" one tear comes out and goes back in again "yeaah."
"..."
"..."
"How wonderful"
"Yes."
And the third boy is at the core of the earth and at the centre of the sun simultaneously and he's jumping up and down, clenching his fists boxing the air.
Hotel lobby music plays through the playground Tannoy and the first and second boy walk five steps forward to each other, bow, and then proceed, jointly, to make the most elaborate sandwich anyone on planet earth has ever made.
The greatest artist
That ever lived
Only did it
Because he wanted
To hear
The beautiful woman
List ingredients
From the box
Of bread mix