Monday, February 18, 2013

desolation express: the movie (with subtitles)

by bofa xesjum

additional dialogue by rhoda penmarq


the world asleep
emergence
silence
into view
the observer
rolling
at the window
"is there anything out there?"
"no, there is nothing out there."
"absolutely nothing out there"
through the darkness
"have you gone mad?"
"this is madness! exposing yourself in this way!
"what did i tell you about the window?"
"there is nothing out there! do you think mercer is out there?"
"of course mercer is out there."
"mercer is everywhere"
"do not underestimate mercer."
"mercer could be on the train!"
"go back to your compartment"
"i will meet you in the compartment."
night
a sudden stab of fear
panic
northern lights

Sunday, February 17, 2013

The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image - Cut-Up painting # 33


Magenta.
Even though the wind had blown too hard –for a solstice storm,
When the moon had shone too red
And the sky been too dark,
Her mother had known that
Magenta
Would herald
Things too strange to contemplate.
She had just learnt to wait.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

piece

Monday, February 4, 2013

ballad

by horace p sternwall

illistrated by konrad kraus and danny delacroix





in the merry month of may
my true love broke my heart
i vowed eternal vengeance
but knew not where to start


i went to see the gypsy
her counsel for to seek
but when she heard my tale of woe
even the gypsy could not speak

i went to see the serpent
in her cage inside the zoo
and she commiserated
but could not tell me what to do

i went to see the wind and waves
that beat upon the shore
and they sighed but had no solace
for the sorrow that i bore

in an alley by the docks
i found a pawnshop dimly lit
and i bought a .357
to my hand a perfect fit

in the fog i flagged a passing cab
and directed it uptown
as i chatted with the driver
my face it bore no frown

i felt a peace within me
as the cab approached the gate
of the brightly lit up mansion
where my love would meet her fate

i looked up at her window
as the rain beat on my face
and all the hate within me
disappeared without a trace

a guard approached and asked me
what business i had there
i turned away without reply
indifferent to his stare

the house, the lights, the wind, the rain
like an iridescent dream
all vanished in an instant
as if they had never been

i walked along a river bank
and heard the tolling of a bell
never to think of her again
until we meet in hell