stuff Kevin wrote: a angel on my shoulder

A Angel on my shoulder


I like to babble when I make work.

And you know I am making art, because I am writing

For the past few weeks I have been working more than I have in years

Hell, I haven’t been unemployed in years, so I can’t remember the last time,

If ever………….. that I could work like this.

In any case I am doing two drawings paintings, and three sculptures made of bones at once. I got tired of trying to find materials in my newly gentrified neighborhood

So I returned to the basics………….communing with the bones……..



I have been researching the civil war and doing drawings on slavery and the white house

How could I help doing this with those fools, trying to celebrate confederate history month

Let’s celebrate the third Reich, or idi Amin, or the warlords of the Sudan,

Let’s do Bosnia, and Wounded Knee, and Mai Li while we at are it

I am spending a lot of time alone

Many too much….

But I do have art.

Has any one seen the new show Treme about new Orleans

I don’t like the show much

I much prefer, the pacific

Or my new addiction that tacky, series on show time, Spartacus

No don’t turn to it, I like to sleep listening to its inane silliness

But for years when they still had VCR's, I would sleep the a 24 hour tape

Of the x files re-run

But I did love that old movie with Curt Douglass.

This one Spartacus, is bloody tacky and on home box on demand

So I can watch it early in the morning before I go to bed

Treme…………. am I saying it right

Do you have to be cool to know how to say it?

First off I cant stand John Goodman,

I couldn’t stand his fat ass on Roseanne

He always made me want to smack him

No I am not losing it

He ruined the Flintstones movie and for that he will always be on my shit list

I can’t stand him

The cast, of Treme are all retreads

Of all of the people that we thought that we liked on other shows

They even threw in Steve Zahn from Joy ride and Daddy day care

He was annoying in those movies and more annoying now

All of the black woman so far so majestic damaged and full of

Sage advice

The black guys

Did they have to steal the whole cast from

The wire, which was the best show on television

Treme

All of the white people are card board cutouts

All of the black people are noble and interesting and full of wisdom

Yup I am watching it now, waiting for some thing good to come on

Like the tutors, now that shows true human nature

Come on

New Orleans

I have never had a fascination with it

Beyond Anne rice living there

She spent years living in the darkness

She was a time my hero, I think I read every thing she ever wrote

And even Anne rice when age started coming down

As she got closer to God

She became a born again Christian

Praise the lord

I rest my case

OK I love vampires and it sounded cool when lestat lived in the old New Orleans

I tend to love New Orleans on paper

Gardens of delight

Loved that book

It was never any place that I wanted to go

I am much too anti social to try to mingle with all of

Them people with my bad nerves

Just the other day I was on the path train

Hey why do all of those Indians riding the train

Feel like they have a right

To knock you over, to sit on your lap

And to just be general pains in the ass

Every time I get on the path train now

I want to smack an Indian

Its not racial, it’s cultural, don’t touch me

Don’t sit up on me, stay away

What the hell is wrong with you?

Ok back to my rants

New Orleans

Call me a coon but………………

To be honest, I find the music annoying

I can hear you guys yelling now

Sorry I feel un-black

But it just plan gets on my nerves.

I know I know

Many of you are saying

You just have to go there

No I don’t…………….

I can’t eat gumbo; I don’t like fish or those nasty little lobster looking things

Craw fish they look like bugs to me

I am allergic to shrimp

And I like my food separated on my plate and dry

If I have to eat fish, please God let it be headless

And preferably in a Box marked Mrs. Paul’s

Sorry

I don’t like the heat unless there is water real close by

So like a hippo I can soak frequently

I love the ocean but hate getting it, above my waist

What else

I don’t like the smell of other peoples funk

Deodorant should be required under threat of imprisonment.

And all of those drunks throwing up

Just makes me want to scream

Catching beads makes me ill

But I love beads in my art work

Sorry I know I am an ignorant savage

I know jazz, magic and all that

I should love it

If I need jazz ill go to New York and find it

In a nice air-conditioned place where folks are quiet

If I want to smell sweaty people and get some wisdom from

Funky black people

Ill mosey over to the near by playground

There are always lots of burnt out drug addled addicts

Dispensing wisdom for a beer



The world has gone mad

I have all of my windows open, now

Feeling the cool air

I just cut off Treme and put on some Buddha Bar

There……….. that is better



And just got relaxed again

I poured my paint in my paint try,

Set up on my easel

Which is right in front of my computer desk that I built, from an old door?



When I felt some thing strange

I felt a pair of eyes on me

Some thing watching me

I looked on my right shoulder

And their was a giant bug

I mean this

I am not kidding

This is a true story

It was a grasshopper

A big grass hopper,
no not a roach, i have lived in the city more than long enough

to know the difference
a grass hopper,
perhaps some one has a pet, or it escaped from my sons
taranchala tank
but

I watched this bug for ten minutes sitting on my shoulder
singing from time to time

Watching me, keeping me company and bonding

It was if he was looking over shoulder as I scanned the web for fresh news of the civil war

This grasshopper

kung fu bug

Just sat there
like a friend

Normally I would probably have started screaming

OK I would have screamed and yelled and performed

But his silence on my shoulder

Made me calm

We sat together he and I for over 30 minutes

I ran to my son Jason’s room to show him

With my new friend still on my shoulder

My kids are like me they believe in magic
anyway

He just laughed and said that some one was trying to tell me some thing

So I took the time to ask my new friend

bug who are you

Never mind, it doesn’t matter

I said a prayer, knowing that things like this

Always have a meaning.

Knowing that I was sent a message i took it as encouragement

Then

I went down stairs

And deposited my new friend

The visitor

The bug

On the tree in front of my house

I told him her good night

And went back inside

And started to paint

See I don’t need that corny show Treme

Or maybe I should watch this show, even closer…………..

Anyway for now

I have all the magic that i need right here

This is A true story

Of A day in the life of a madman