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Self Portrait - Summer, 2003
2007-05-01 09:53:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Self Portrait - Summer , 2003, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Self Portrait , TRAI
Formula 4 Animals
Found On Napkins
past = ration...
2007-04-29 23:19:00 Formula 4 Animals Found On Napkinspast = rationalizationfuture = speculationjust the momentno more,no lessHollywood, CA - 4/28/07 More About: Formula , Past , Form
A Primate's Last Sigh (revisited, revised)
2007-04-28 10:28:00 Playground of pleasure you never remember visiting yet excavated, again and again,?despite considerable will?and inconsiderate willingness.?Receipts from guest house camouflage,and trails of bedrooms' lingering perfume, ?openly and defiantly recite the lettering ?for you.?Of all the things you have known and mostly not,?the all but silent taste of forgotten generations ?pleases you most;?but, somehow, the echo still finds a way to inflictwith the silenceof corner storeneedles.?Language is seductive,?and so deceitful,?for it no longer sketches with blood:?long ago it bowed to the mercy salesman with their electronic ink, ?held together by no morethan dried up, school boy paste.?Of all the things you have known and mostly not...?Of all the places you have journeyed and will never go...?Simple dishonesty?still?cuts?the ?deepest?pathmarkingmemorymorethantimeeve rcould.?Like the banished child staring through the fence.?Like caressing night staring through the window.?Like sleepless dawn... More About: Mate , Vise , Visi , Visit , Prima
Joanne's NYC
2007-04-24 05:13:00 Outside the apartment,On the street below,You could still hear her voice:"You don't want me,You want the Whole World,In one sentence..."New York City - 9/21/01 More About: Anne , Joanne , Joan
Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere 2007
2007-04-23 02:14:00 Dear All,It's been brought to my attention that I've somehow been nominated as the "2007 Poet Laureate of The Blogosphere ." I'm truly honored just to be counted among these other fine poets, and I am as surprised as I am humbled to receive this news. If you'd like to vote for me or any of the other nominated poets, cut and paste the following address into your url:http://www.musecrafters.com/bloggingp oet/208/2007+Poet+Laureate+Of+The+Blogosp here+Voting+Begins.htmlBest,Levari More About: Here , Logo , Logos
The Sound That The Heart Breaks
2007-04-19 09:59:00 As we drift throughThe yearsOf our maybe...Wake up next to herSuddenly with a title:"the older man."It's like the first time I ever saw A priest smoke,No guilt.Those who make art and those who sell it.Those who want nothing to do with it,But talk about babiesAnd taxesOn real estateInvestments.Not very smart,How many Business opportunitiesHave I passed upBecause I'd ratherTry andSpeak with the voice of the dead,OrOf the intimacy of animals When they wash each other?I might be quite boring,But at least I knowThat children Almost always Make love With their Make-pretend Friends...It's not the eyes,Or the lips,Or the hands:You can tell people, Their years and moments,By their shoulders. You can read shouldersFaster than any other partOf the body.There once Was a boy Who mated With a butterfly, I swear it.It happened in the woods behind his house.Again and again,No one ever knewThe beautiful depravityThat he lived.Returning homeHe was asked where he was."Smoking like a priest,"he wou... More About: Sound , Heart , Breaks , Brea
The Dreamer - Spring, 2003
2007-04-17 10:15:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } The Dream er - Spring , 2003, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Ring , The Dream , The D
Portrait of the U.S. of A. - 11/02
2007-04-16 10:18:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Portrait of the U.S. of A. - 11/02, originally uploaded by levari. More About: The U , TRAI
The Mystery Of The Plastic
2007-04-15 12:20:00 In my hotel room at 6:54 a.m. I'm buck naked and sick, fighting with the busted curtain and losing, trying to figure out how to keep the sun out, and that?s when I get caught staring out the window?There's nothing particularly interesting about the view, I'm just staring at the long since deserted cityscape, at the alleys, the trash strewn gutters, and the highway running north and south in the far distance. I can see a couple cars traversing the back streets at this early hour. They?re all busted up and rusted up sedans driving real slow like they might stop at any moment, like they?re there with a purpose. I wonder what the purpose could possibly be at this hour in this heat, imagine a couple reasons, but they all seem to be inspired by the miasma of B movies I?ve been watching all night long on basic cable. Then I notice it: this city has some strange, inexplicable fascination with plastic. From my window I can see that there are huge wads of it attached to every other bu... More About: Mystery , Plastic , Myst
The Song Of Concrete
2007-04-14 07:09:00 You lie in bedlisteningto the soundsof the children's gamessuddenly erupting.You hearthe screams and shouts,bouncing balls,teacher's whistles,even a fist fight,until,moments later,they are separated,the gawking crowd drivento their opposingsides.You sometimes thinkyou can hearinvincible friendshipsbeing born,master escape plansbeing laid,the most delicatealliances sealed,then, just as quickly,broken.Fast footsteps...And you know the boys are chasingthe girls,(wanting to ownall their mysteries,once and for all.)Fast footsteps...and you knowthe girls are chasingthe boys,(wanting to tameall their violence,once and for all.)Each and every morningyou wake to the soundsof this small schoolyardacross the street.It's just one of hundredsin this city,one of millionsin this world:Black top,brown ball,brick wall;for weeks now,every morning,upon waking,there is that single moment between sleep and dreamwhen you lift the curtain,the light pours in,and you believeyou knowthem allagain:the unen... More About: Song , Concrete
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt," or Rest In Peace, Mr. Vonnegu
2007-04-12 09:15:00 You gave so much,made so muchof the tragic operathat was the 20th Century."Poo-Tee-Weet!"Your little bird once sang."Poo-Tee-Weet?"Your little bird once asked. You are finealee free of your memor..."Poo-Tee-Weet!"Kurt VonnegutNovember 11, 1922 ? April 11, 2007 More About: Peace , Rest In Peace , Hurt , Beautiful , Everything
L.L. Sleeps - 4/06
2007-04-08 12:24:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } L.L. Sleep s, originally uploaded by levari.
Impermanent Graffiti (For M)
2007-04-05 03:50:00 Your restlessnessIs the only thingEndlessAbout you.Your spinningDizzinessSlidingTowards and backIn desperationFor somethingSometimesAlways somethingThat their nothingTries to destroyWithout ever touching.They hateThey hateBut they call itHelp?Your youThat won?t ever Be contained By youAs you danceOn the rocksFearlessAnd pretendTo paint The horizonWith your Index finger.Pointed, purposeful FleshGliding throughSpaceImpermanent Graffiti you call it,With no thoughtThat even nowThey are watchingyou.They hate,They hate,But they Call itLove?Your sleep,Your bed,Your theories,Your head,Your knowingBut you don?t knowCan?t ever knowWhat you know?The closenessThe distanceThe gait of yourWalk to nowhereIn particular.Once you drifted out to seaEffortlesslyOnly to be rescuedAt 2:13 a.m.Against your will.How is it you alwaysHave so muchTo do?Your only fault:That you neverRealized thatyou breatheMore in spacesBetweenThen in the linesOf their form,And nowyou passThrough these Useless handsThen disappe... More About: Erma , Perm , Permanent
Boudica - Spring, 2003
2007-04-04 01:37:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Boudica - Spring , 2003, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Ring
Night Figures (Druids for Boudica) - 12/02
2007-04-03 04:40:00 .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Night Figure s (Druids, Boudicca) - 12/02, originally uploaded by levari.
Another Love Letter...
2007-03-31 12:48:00 ...to my other home, my first home, the city of Philadelphia. This one from the London Financial Times. A banner week for my two cities...http://www.ft.com/cms/s/ef316ea2 -dde0-11db-afa7-000b5df10621.html More About: Love , Other , Letter , Love Letter , Another
The Assassin's Joy (Revised)
2007-03-29 18:21:00 How did it always get so lateso early?I remember:she slept nightless,dreamedof flyingfirst class,I heard her say.You never realizedhow fast you were goinguntilbodiesfellaway.We were oncethe only witnessto Rome.Elementsher body,her bodya part of mine,apart from mine...And theDeja vuas I keptsearchingfor youin this circleof surrender.Catching you was like matingwith a butterfly,and you knewno time. Howdid you convincethemthat yourgazewas the gazeof noother?Firebrandfilled with death...And all the deaththat comeswith fighting offdeaththat I could neverknow.Still in the process of becomingthis late nightand straight onuntil morning,grateful,as l wasalways ableto come to the tablestill standing.When you werelocked awayin your white walledroomI could not helpbut try to rescueyouevenwhen you no longer wanted me.AndAll of this,this eternalceremonial mess,is nothingbut the laughterof the assassin'sjoy. Los Angeles - 3/22/07 More About: Vise , The A , Assassin
The Last Words Game
2007-03-29 16:26:00 "Either that wallpaper goes or I go."-Oscar Wilde"I'm losing."-Frank Sinatra"Get those fucking nuns away from me."-Frank O'hara"I spent my whole life working. Why?"-Louise Andreas-Salome"Waiting are they? Waiting are they? Well let em' wait."-Ethan Allen"Pardon me, Monsieur."-Marie Antoinette"That guy's got to stop...He'll see us."-James Dean"I know you have come to kill me. Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man."-Che Guevara"How were the circus receipts in Madison Square Garden?"-P.T. Barnum"Its been a long time since I've had champagne."-Checkhov"Dying? Dying is easy. Comedy, now that's hard."-Edmund Gwenn"Don't turn out the light. I am afraid to go home in the dark."-O. HenryPriest's Question: "Do you renounce Satan?"Answer: "Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."-Voltaire"I spent my whole life working. Why?"-Louise Andreas-Salome"I do not have to forgive my enemies. I had them all shot."-General Ramon Maria Narvaez"This is funny.... More About: Word , Words , Last , Game , The Last Word
Take That Woody Allen...
2007-03-29 06:14:00 Hell has indeed frozen over...For the first time I can ever remember the New York Times has published a (somewhat) kind article about Los Angeles, calling it the new center of the art world. Of course the article also laments the fact that the local populace and business communities are a step behind the rest of the world in acknowledging this fact. However, coming up on my eight year anniversary of living in my adopted city I feel this article is a bit of an anniversary gift; in many respects it sums up all the aspects of Los Angeles, not only about art but about life, that I saw and felt when I first came here in 1999, and why as a young and struggling artist I decided to make my stand here as opposed to New York City.I saw the possibilies then and this article is the first public acknowledgement and validation of my instincts by a newspaper that has been legendarily, stereotypically cruel to this, my megalopolis.So take that, Wood y Allen.Link to the article here:http://www.nyti... More About: Take , Hat , Woody , Woody Allen
The Lovers' Sleep - November, 2002
2007-03-28 22:22:00 The Love rs' Sleep - November, 2002, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Lover , Lovers , Over
The Assassin's Joy
2007-03-23 06:33:00 How does it get so lateso early?I remember:she slept nightless,dreamedof flyingfirst class,I heard her say.You never realizehow fast you're goinguntilyou hitthe ground.This circle of surrender.Elementsher body,her body...We were oncethe only witnessto the Autumnof Rome.And theDeja vuas I searchedfor you.California beachesare boringand blonde.This ceremonial mess.Being with heris like matingwith a butterfly,and she doesnot know time.Howdid you convincethemthat yourgazewas the gazeof noother?Firebrandfilled with death...And all the deaththat comeswith fighting offdeaththat I can neverknow.Still in the process of becomingthis late at night,thankfulas l stillam ableto come to the tablestanding.When you arelockedin your white walledroomI can't helpbut rescueyouevenwhen you no longer want itfrom me.This is nothingbutthe assassin'sjoy. Los Angeles - 3/22/07 More About: The A , Assassin
Self Portrait As Marionette - Spring, 2005
2007-03-23 05:20:00 Self Port rait As The Mario nette - Spring , 2005, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Self , Ring
Fading
2007-03-23 05:15:00 What belongs to me now?Not this mindandNot this nose,Not this pencilor Even my toes.Everything between,Everything unseenNo longer Belongs to meBut some distant, Fading memoryOf everyoneI used to be. Philadelphia - 2/07
Fingertips (after Hafez)
2007-03-14 11:58:00 I type you,the way youwere,not the way I wanted youto be.I type us,the fadingdream of us,and though I know we once diedand disappearedfrom this earth,yes,we won'tever die,nor disappearagain.Sometimes,only alone,when the worldis sleeping,I raise the dead.Sometimes,only lateat night,andwith nofear of morning,I believe ina God,and that he is hererunningthrough theseotherwise uselessfingertips. Los Angeles - 3/14/07 More About: Tips , After , Finger , Irritating
Portrait - 12/27/04
2007-03-13 01:17:00 Portrait - 12/27/04, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Port , Portrait , TRAI
Subterranea
2007-03-09 10:59:00 landscapesnever showthey onlyever hidei have staredat citieslost insideyour mindmy face snows whispersno trace of desert chimesyour body insists it willand then will never run from minebeneath all the lovely skinall endless iceof oceansthe dancing of our sinparalysisour motions.Philadelphia, 12/94 - Los Angeles, 3/07 More About: Terra
Portrait Of A Girl - Autumn, 2004
2007-03-07 18:43:00 Portrait Of A Girl - Autum n , 2004, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Port , Portrait
The Lie of Mistake
2007-03-07 18:39:00 For some reason that I now cannot remember, one day my second grade teacher, Miss Fisher, pulled me aside in private and told me that there were no mistakes. No one ever made mistakes. Everything could be fixed, or, better yet, worked with. Everything...everything you did was a start and not a finish. This was twenty five years ago, and other than this one moment, I remember very little about Miss Fisher. I know that she was quite young; I think this was her first class, and even then I could perceive an inexperience in her that made it seem that, most of the time, she had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but wanted so deeply to do a good job. Wanted so badly, and, failed so miserably, that now I can imagine her going home and crying when she had a bad day...Crying to a boyfriend as they lay there naked just after having sex, or crying to her mother over the phone so far away, or to her best college friend over a drink at a local bar, all of this time dwelling on what a ... More About: Take , Mist , Mista
The Blue Jar - 4/7/06
More articles from this author:2007-03-06 09:04:00 the blue jar - 4/7/06, originally uploaded by levari. More About: Blue 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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