“It’s a long-term event. It usually takes 20 years before you get what you think you deserve the first year. Artists should do what they’re compelled to do, and let art history take care of itself. If you start worrying about whether something is historically significant, or if it’s good, even before you start a … Continue reading Patrick Dougherty
The desert sleeps, afternoon shadows reaching from low dunes to embrace a russet red landscape of sand and stone that stretches to infinity. Can’t see anything moving out there, roos, birds, nothing from horizon to horizon. If it doesn’t rain soon Dad will have to truck water in, more trouble and money poured down this … Continue reading Mars, Hence
Granddad lost himself in the bottle Dad lost himself in work I lose myself in food It’s all addictive personalities self-destructive blinkering thank fuck it ends with me My brother in law lost himself with a shotgun an uncle in snow and vodka another with high powered cars It’s all self-loathing, all suicide just … Continue reading Lost
“Are you OK?” chipmunk face asks, donut coffee offerings in hand. The heck are you? Annual RUOk day, yellow clad ritual tokenism. Ask one inane question. Accept only one answer. Hear nothing. Am I Ok? You don’t know? Can’t you feel? Work, here, no-one says jack. Chained to desk and screen invisible corporate battery hen. … Continue reading R.U. O.k.?