And only shall with it once live

When I say painter, poet, writer, thinker

They look at me askew as though they have never

Considered that lifting words left to right

Easy-peasy lemon squeezy off a page

Could take you places you’d never seen before,

Let you travel without moving,

Light up the fires of that magical misty mystery stuff

Called Imagination, fly you high yeah man totally

Without even using drugs man to expanded

And fluid spaces where you’re unbound

And free to be in worlds of your own choosing,

Like music, better than sex, better than chocolate,

Better than supper in front of the evening news,

And that, like the local plumbers, carpenters, electricians,

Doctors, gardeners, barmen, and hotel-keepers,

Every village really, really, really, really needs one

see Seismologik Intelligence

Lifesize

a painting I finished this week:

"Lifesize" 45cm x 15cm, acrylics on superwood

Sentient

We tell ourselves

From where?  by whom?

If so intelligent

Come, tell me again

Sent

We are all

Then

What authority do we measure anything

Against

we have heard

Or read

Or think we have seen

What is this sense of source

Beyond my own known birth materiality

Was it taught to me to feel

And how dare I judge the young ones

Diving into virtual reality

When this is what is

now

see StreetArt in Germany

Ideas box

a little box I put together to use a poem about being a human being.

it's made of polystyrene and then painted over with acrylics.

designed to be mounted on a wall, so I can put in all my little 

loose slips of paper with random ideas i come up with

 

  

Latest commission

A painting I did for my stepsister's bathroom (1.2m x 0.8m).  It was designed to be a clock.  Still waiting for images of how the clock ends up on the surface...  It's acrylic on board with a box frame mounting.  Took an awful photo of a friend's amazing bathtub overlooking the river leading into our ocean, did a sketch, plugged in an imaginary bathing lady, and flung it all together using colours from memory.  5 days to paint - quickest large painting from photograph ever!

Deer in the headlights

new drawing

A3 charcoal, graphite, coloured pencils

My own medicine

Years of idle inactivity to spite the dream-pushing slave driver

Trapped in super awareness, craving for others

To join it in some selfish sameness

While the range rolls on in a continuum of

With or without me

Fresh bits per second of seeing into and through

The Framework

Of belief in Self and pretty doings committed

Alone in all this space

Memories stored in others while

My body destroys and recreates itself

Changing what goes into the blood

For a stronger future.  There is

Basking and relaxing and sunshine enough for everyone.

No maths or war drums and

No waiting, though

Discomfort in longing, still.

A rush apart – strange smoke

And pain in new places:

The moments serve to separate total being,

Chaotic punctuation

And I’m left to ask myself some scary,

Scary questions

I take walks outside to look at the ocean

To empty me out:

So many hooks I am hung upon

And my alien reflection looks up,

Talks through the polished floorboards

While the waves silently scream

Chill out!  You’re learning how to breathe

 

see Anonymous ART of Revolution

Kara Thrace and her special destiny

I got the crazy, but not enough mad

I got the woman, but no girly for no lad

I wander possible planets all day

But my autism isn’t on par, they’ll say

I got them original uniquely intelligent ideas

Yet the genius escapes me for lack of paranoiac fears

Like I’m almost there, always just out of reach

Of Their measure, Their standard, those

Prerequisites They preach

Poised to spring for the throat, holding in all my claws

I simply haven’t the human heart to kill

Though death-dealing burns through all fours

Crimes out there I’ll never commit

Grime of hateful spite I’ll never spit, ugh

Time to think but never sit

Rhyme they might not like one bit

But I honestly couldn’t give a shit

Cos I got the steel tits to go for it

see Anonymous ART of Revolution

The physics of specifics

tagging in Grahamstown

The physics of specifics

Being an artist

Contrary to popular belief

Is not very romantic at all

Especially here in (South)Africa

Where even the braai grid

Has its uses.

So, out of the hard drive then

And into the fire

With all these old ideas

(that I could not sell)

There is some peace in secret

Knowing it will all go with me

When I die.

I am good at general knowledge.

Poetry For The P.P. Pt 3 - RE WORK

A Plastic Person Panics

Re work

Being out there

Yielding formerly terrified, obscene

Tortured plastecine, exhausted creatures

Rebuilding the scenes they liked to eat,

A pre-destruction’s disdained beliefs.

Hmm...

We consume each,

We devour, then sleep,

Try find time to slip quietly,

Quickly from the stream

And trust to keep these

Houses free to weep and

Crush with teeth

The seven sickly sweet seeds

Of redemptive deed,

Suck relief, rust at the sea,

And finally die and go to meet

The Great Wide Gaping Deathly Deep

Just maybe get the chance to see,

Reconfigure and release

The extreme We

We’d grown to be

Poetry For The Plastic People Pt. 2 - Earth

A Plastic Person Consults Time

Earth:

You take our shit

And turn it

Into Gold

I have in my pockets

A pen,

Paper and glue

Passports

Guiding me through

Back to you

Where I’ll go

When I’m gone

Where I belong

Where I come from

A silent prayer

Within my soul

Somewhere inside

Away from all

A commune

Like in days of old:

If it all depends upon

The note you end it on

Earth, please

Take my shit

And turn it into gold

Poetry For The Plastic People

It's December, and I'm far away from my garden...time to catch up on some poems

Anti-Christ (New Page)

Re: the passing into susceptible obscurity

Of some slow slide down the knife

Sliced deep into the side of sleep

Hang on, hang on...Etymology, please.

Someone hand me a dictionary

For I remember a belt, my little red belt

With silver studs and aeroplanes

The very first gift that was given to me

To be whoever I turned out to be

And then suddenly
There came a cage

A gilded frame capturing all I felt,

Guilt and shame, chains to train my brain

To claim enjoyment, treat it as profane

ho ho ho

Have  you heard the rumour?

It’s so, so time to grow a sense of humour

For then they called ME antichrist

And dared to label ME insane

So, now it’s time to redress the damage

High time to reset the stage

How now to transform and direct

This exquisitely sublime rage

stay tuned for more Poetry For The Plastic People featuring A Plastic Person

The Past 5 Months - The Permaculture Poem

July...

November...

 ...starting a food garden the permaculture way!

PERMACULTURE

To ponder the pattern of your own patio

And purposely put pen to paper

To play with the puzzle of how to plan,

Prepare and plant

The perfect patch of purpose,

Patience, perpetual peace and plenty.

Please visit my new blog Permi Pixies and read all about it

The green rings of power

another drawing from 2011

A3 oil pastel, ink and graphite

Don't ask

from 2011...

A3 graphite and charcoal

Melancholia in the skatepark

A drawing from 2011...

A3 charcoal and ink

And Now...

...For something comPLETEly different...

This week's favourite images:

probably going to be one of the most shared photos this week (see Seismologik)

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Ho ho ho! Have you heard the rumour?
It's sooo so time to grow a sense of humour!

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WHO IS IT THAT GETS TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES INTO THE DAILY NEWS?
THE MANIC GRAB-MALLS OF THE LOOK-SEE-TAKERS

WHO IS IT I HAVE TO THANK FOR ALL MY NEGATIVE VIEWS?
THE PANIC OF THE POLICY MAKERS

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Deviant Art

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all Banksy

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all Sandrine Estrade Boulet


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see Animals Need Help And Compassion

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PLEASE see Seismologik

What Society

graffiti in Woodstock, Cape Town by faith47

What Society Do We Live In

When:

-it’s not good to be too happy, too high

-people are threatened by any talk of spirituality

-people laugh at those who are nature conscious, when people choose not to think too much about where their meat comes from or where their waste goes

-a person is taught to feel voiceless, intimidated and inferior because of their sex or the colour of their skin

-war, violence, rape and abuse are the most common forms of expression

-people in positions of ‘power’ would more often than not choose a quick fortune or profit over the preservation of an environment, ecosystem or animal species

-one man’s religion is superior to another’s just because his own holy book tells him so

-the human ego is elevated to such proportions that it drowns out the light from all other living beings

-we forget our place on this planet as one of those creatures

Banksy

WHY SHOULD I WORK for this kind of society?

WHY SHOULD I NOT WORK for a society of my own imagining?

artist unknown

VS.

vinyl on mirror in public toilet, Vincent Mall, East London. Let's see how long it stays up there...

LET THE BLOOD POUR FORTH

LET THE WORDS ARRANGE THEMSELVES

SHIMMER CONVALESCENT PSYCHOPHANT

OUROBORI SHAMELESS PEARS FOOT LOOSE RECHARGE

MESS NOTHING ALEX REDHEAD

LAST AND SILENT BREAKAWAY

SEPARATE MOON TIDE TO BE UNEXPLORED ADVENTURES

SAILOR’S DREAM OF HOME FARAWAY

WOE BE GONE OUTDATED PHILOSOPHY

BRINGING BACK FEELING CIRCULATION

BREATHING ARM SPACE

AMNESS SELFISH SORT RITE

MOON TIDE BREAKAWAY

NEED

SHAMEFACE STONEBONES EVEN RIDGE

SOMEWHILE CONFUSION LET

RECONNECT RESELECT RECONFIGURE MIND ERECT

SIMPLE PICTURE IN A LINE

MULTIPLY SYMMETRY OF STRUCTURE ENDOCRINE

UTERINE

FORCE SUBJECT SILHOUETTE

FLYING BOOMERANG CLEAN SOBER RELAXED

SHAKING HOLD MY ZONE KNOWING INSPIRED OK

TOP TO TOE BOTTOMS UP

FIND NEXT PROJECT

ALIGN APPARENT PARALLELS

SOUL BODY HEARTMIND

INTUIT NECESSARIES USEFULNESSES

HIEROGLYPHS SALTY RHYMES I KNOW YOU

DEEP INSIDE HELP THE CHILDREN PLAY

ALLOW MISTAKES AND LEARN THIS MASSIVE GIFT

ENERGY DIVINE BLEND MELD EARTH AND SKY

AND IN BETWEENS BLACK DARK VOID MATTER

IS WET SOIL SEED AND GENERATE

STAR BUDS HOLD IT

HOLD IT BE

MY THANKS TO THEE

Shadow Wolves

Forest 2 by Aron Wiesenfeld.  All art in this post by Aron Wiesenfeld

Shadow wolves

Good intentions

Hopelessly fucking bad timing

Silly

Peek out of tent

Freak people out

Bury shit

Maintain

Minerals

Attain?

0 0 0

7

A point

Some point

Never

Numb

Fun

Ass-kicking

Raging against nothing

Authentic

Perpetual

Again and

A love letter

Tell her

Me too

Remember

Again

Don’t be a prick

Hello fools

Tragically lucky

Get their attention

Keep my peace

Be disturbed

Come out

Animals

Us

Reflect

Rest

Sleeping lady

Minute steaks

Power struggle

Misunderstanding

Retching

Cursing

Weeping gently alone

Food smells

Choosing each

Wanting wanting

Wanting

Where is another

Flying or floating

Wondering

Intake of superknowledge

Pleasantly surprised

Behind 

Girl With Bike

 

The Wedding Party

 

Raincoat

Victor