shit-alchemy

I made something hideous today out of index cards.
It was not my intention. I wanted something surprising.


I'd like to be able to accurately draw from my mind, to be able to make anything out of anything, or to write (at all), but miscarriages of my imagination (such as the card construction) do retain significance. However shittily you can compose a fiction, image, or object, you must love them like the ugliest babies--your ugly children--and you must know they resemble you more than they do anything else.

You will dress them up like sailors and send them to the mall to have portraits; have their unnerving countenances made immortal over a baby blue backdrop; frame those glossy prints and put them up in your bedroom and see them every day.

(keep in mind that their younger siblings will be better looking)

(they usually are)

But you mustn't hate what your hand creates, these things reflect the state that brought them about. Anything less than an immaculate approach can yield nothing familiar to truth or beauty.

Alchemists ignore their success in the creation of the pursuit. Gold is only valuable to those aware of it's worth; immortality only valuable to those who know how to live. The idea of turning something into something more is what is worth a life's effort -- turning it to gold is something else entirely.


I wrote the word claps on an outstretched flap of the index card abomination and it gave up and fell to the floor a few minutes later. It was beautiful.

Hommes/Homies/Homos

the significance of the internet (draft)

If the presence of the internet serves man at all, it is most significantly the subtleties of its nature. Someone who uses it may not completely understand the path of technological progress, or the path of our culture (of which the 'net is composed), but they can attribute some meaning to the word -- internet -- and largely the trappings of the word are assumed to be generally homogenous among us.

The presence of this thing which cannot be completely mapped or visualized, is inherently in flux, relies on something as delicate or capricious as our sources of energy, something that allows communication between parties while maintaining something resembling solipsism in individual participants -- a presence which we cannot deny -- this is significant.

That people can appropriate such a concept lends to the capability in people to imagine similar abstractions that were prior inaccessible.

It's unecessary that people realize this, they're already deep in it, it has an effect, it will help considerably (as it is considerably a more convincing model of such a concept than most religions can offer without the employ of hallucinogens).

some things just kick ass

coat of arms (amateur hour at the lexico-disco)

if language has roots, a dictionary is a tree in winter:

starkly stands out, rampant on a field of white,
meaningful in that it has no leaves only because it had them prior.

[the exposed self is not a skeleton]

Photos de France (quatre)

les beaux arts:

Photos de France (trois)

L'art Monochrom

Kazimir Malevich
Black Square, 1915


AB, Monoblue, 2007
(sky near la défense at sundown -- pour Yves Klein)


AB, Monogrey, 2007
(apartment ceiling, rue Duroc -- pour moi)


...and to break the monotony, here's a tired image that can be put on the cover of Matthew Fricano's debut album, le parisite (easy listening)

AB, 2007
(metro, thousands of feet below ground -- pour Matt)

Photos de France (deux)

Mason and I went to Paris, France to visit Matt and Aisha


There, there is only art--you look at it, or you make it





as Matt demonstrates.

there's only one tit in title

((undermine the obvious))

junk lady/yard sale/dumpster/thrift store/other people's property
(breton and giacometti)

metaphor/models of the universe: the Exemplary Model of an Unending Universe
(internet and other technologies, the novel, music, presence/presents, a void)

show don't tell
(modest exhibitionism)

skull study - lithograph - ab - 07

Kenneth Kerslake Memorial Printmaking Award, Student Art Juried Exhibition 2008, University of Florida

Second Thoughts About Pork

I'm no jew, so I wouldn't eschew a-chewing a fat slab of bacon because of RELIGIOUS OBLIGATION ($$$) or because I really believe that swine are exceptionally dirty animals, but it becomes apparent to me the amount of dead human beings that are regularly disposed of (cleanly and completely) at pig farms across the nation.

Dead hookers and molested kid corpses.
Perhaps it doesn't affect the meat we eat, but it's still a bit unsettling...

unless you view it somehow as revenge,
where you'd be more mad at the pigs
for eating dead humans than you would
be at the unscrupulous caterers.

Photos de France (un)

god damn good, giacometti, woman with her throat cut, pompadour

giacometti, disagreeable object and matt fricano, pompadour

mason loves balls

louvre, true

aisha's head, defense threat

Found Object

...my first

wood, 2005

(signed M. Fricano, my R. Mutt)

getting all the posts out of the way while the internet's around

I met this little guy a few months into 2007 --
here's a label, perchance that it may look like art:

adam brown
Implement for Owl Safety, 2007
camphor
12"x12"x18"

currently in the collection of
Mr. and Mrs. Collin and Lindsey Palmer-Mcleod

the ones I end up taking/these that stand out

stump


congregation


signifier


untitled (the one I love most)

A Quite Convincing Alfred Stieglitz...

...but I'm no Sugimoto

Figurative Bronze Sculpture In Norway

Gustav Vigeland -- Birhmann Yaenosh, Conqueror of Babies
In memory, the man who freed the great forested north from the scourge of diminuative humans.

Brute force.

To this day, there are no babies on the vast ice-primed scandanavian peninsula.

choker

all my hearts are broken.
all I have missspoken,
miscarried secrets and meek admissions
left my self less than alone.
It is a cold forge that tempers my eyes,
avails me means to suffocate this sigh.

In my silence
I must have been
telling myself things
I don't believe.