blue #1 (for Derek Jarman): Steve Dalachinsky [18]

blue #1 (for Derek Jarman)

the famous
the near famous
the how‑do‑you‑do‑need‑more
room room‑mates
the trackers       who come seeking the grail
getting high off the souls
of our boots
the zodiac
spinning like a sister        we've shot thru with pellets
     a carnival's worth of time
          over & over ( & over )
               in the ha‑ha gallery

the Famous
they'll Karess you
with their charm
& kill you with their false pride
& sad egos -

                         writing one haiku a day
                                  is good exercise
                                          if you "know" what haiku
                                  is

      i am not gotama's brother
           or child
                     or disciple

    i am crippled     white     american     jewboy
      a drip drip       in the arm of god

      ( we are all suicidal ) ( the brilliant flat chested
                                                     mix‑bred       nervous little woman
                                                                said )

yes       ‑       but we all don't know it
                                                 & we're all killers too

prognosis:
                                                possible partial recovery
                                                                if the side effects
                                                      don't kill you
                                        live with your fame like a virus
                                                 & your virus            like fame                                                             both will suck your life away

i am not comfortable       with my illness
i do not like going blind
      being blind

               my bowels & my heart
                      they bleed

                                                                                     blue paper
                                                                                     blue jacket
                                                   blue walls.

Steve Dalachinsky
New York City, NY, USA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Dalachinsky

Art Party: Steve Dalachinsky [16]

Steve Dalachinsky
New York City, NY, USA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Dalachinsky

Art Party (specifically created for The Prostitution of Art blog).

5 Collages - Steve Dalachinsky [14]

Steve Dalachinsky
New York City, NY, USA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Dalachinsky

2 Poems - Steve Dalachinsky [12]

starfuck

1.
a   cross   fron/tier               taped
whooooosh   crackllllelelele  thud
schwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
                          list  en  er  evoke    end message
bones           face    skullll        peel center
      where  hair has gone      terrorfirma list’ner
                    be a / ware & grasp  be / ware(s)
  chatter   in             space     in    sphere      in cog  ni  to
                  space  & cog       niiiiiissssseence

2.
i   feel   so   separate  (d)   from my name
love  (r)  unrecognized
starfucking & confused
to become that which one fucks
hence end up fked & fucking one  (‘s)  self

so separated from my name
where is the n @ the end of  eve  /  (n)  ?
even now is it
& wonder where
began


glissandos – the music of cecil taylor (for Lydia)

bobs his head
up & down
sadly happy
(that was) about as gentle as
mayakovsky
when he put the gun
to his head
(sadly happy)
a caution light
he flung himself around like poetry
how gentle is gentle
subtle restrained 1 dimensional
a workhorse
ploughing himself into a hole
like the threads of mayakovsky’s shirt
like his gills
like mayakovsky’s head
supported by the music
smashed and bobbing
her head
bobbing to the music
like mayakovsky &
disappointment
like culture
like revolutions
forlorn lovers
smashed skull
like mayakovsky .


Steve Dalachinsky
New York City, NY, USA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Dalachinsky