In the status update box on Facebook reads “whats on your mind”. So I committed to speaking my mind for the few months I had left before my travel to Asia. These are the posts that came out during that period.
September 20 at 2:15am
Sept 16 at 7:32am
Sept 12 at 3:04am
September 11 at 12:26pm
September 10 at 1:23am
September 8 at 10:48am
Sept 4 at 12:42
Sept 6 at 2:25am
Sept 1 at 8:25
Sept 1 at 11:59
August 30 at 8:52 am
August 27 at 7:47am
August 26 at 4:48pm
August 25 3:25pm
August 24 at
August 18 at 7:36am
August 12 at 8:27am
August 10 at 9:00am
August 8 at 8:53am ·
August 6 at 6:26pm
August 1 at 8:34am
July 31 at 9:37am
July 30 at 11:07am
July 29 at 8:39am
July 28 at 11:08am
July 27 at 8:42am
July 26 at 8:57am
July 25 at 5:06pm
waiting
turning corners
flowing ranges that were previously impossible( improbable)
excusable reasons of disorienting relational diaspora.
What kind of world is in me when I numbly do what I mostly am attempting to stand against?
How to change my focus to what I am to stand for
letting the slips slide and the glories climb
that my whole may be sanctified to heal the lives and sight of those caught in the similar self drifting darkness.

dirty projectors in Brooklyn


on sunday I caught up with Jeff Eaton and we went to a free show on the east river. I had heard of but never heard the Dirty Projectors… mainly because most of the newer indie music im just not into…. enter a big exception.
1. Grooves like west African pop music
2. They at one point have a Nirvana-esque breakdown
3. There were a few songs that I just totally got lost dancing to…twas wonderful.
Captive ruins
posture filled to the brim with the noise of latent abilities atrophy(occupation of soul)
stillness setting in empty songs of preparatory emancipation(excavation of soul)
igniting the senses
enlightening awareness
(filling of soul)
mysterious beyond drawing out monolith and metaphor with eternal repercussions
(overflow of soul)
getting lost at the czarbar with the soil and the sun…
who is touring with the always wonderful timbre.
It started out with a lot of fog… then the vibrations started… first my feet… then my chest… i was frozen in the loudest ambient tidal pool ever… and then the fog started to clear and we could make out the wraithlike cloaks behind the mask of green cloud. in a grand opus between throat singing, the tides of distortion, and the pulsation of my body by an ohm of great magnitude… i fell to love and appreciate the metal that is known as sunnO)).
I cannot say why because I do not know.
Conscious without words.
Moving and glowing present.
Spiraling past
Kinetic force of the future and it’s potential gravitation
Directions curvature
Leaping.
ego slain empty cup
filled by the brewed crushed fruit of the soil
with a nurtured froth swirling the image of the makers eddy.
take.
drink.
a lull at the record bar last night…. with a touch of pinball and etch-a-sketch magic as well.
the simplest joy of seeing new vastness surrounding valleys from vistas.
the speed of innocent intuition seeing emptiness as space in contrast to the present experience.
the shear wealth of care even though haphazard and clumsy at times, holding the heart as precious and with a grip on flesh keeping the free spirit from flying off a cliff or landing upsidedown on the ground.
a priceless gamble of faith.
a helpless act of desparation.
best one knows.
the flaws growing up to be unique beauty and strength, unaware of memories weight.
the nature of change.
impercievable provision.
hodgepodge account of respnsibility.
the call that sparks screaming trees to burst from hands and feet and throws lightening shock vision to eyes, raw with emotion, and untrained in the way to cope with the world.
walk on water.
spin the weather in your palm to soothe the sight of stars.
wrestle the angel.
my shield, my crest, my cup, my creed is love.
all my art is up. a few final details and voila.
then the swell of first fridays will rise… fall into the night… i will get up and speak the next day and then man the other gallery during the fashion show maddness. then i will take my rest.
Thankyou to all who came to the opening on First Friday and made it a wonderful evening!
I will be down at the gallery most afternoons… (wed-sat) give me some heads up if you are planning on coming down and ill make sure to be there. 8168766013.

Title: The Journey of Home
Artist: John Raux
Gallery: Beggar’s Table (2009 Baltimore)
Opening: May 1st (open through June 26th)
Hours: 6pm - 10pm Opening night,
wed/thur/fri 11-4, sat by appointment(call 816.500.0820)
Description: Continuing on from a walk in the mountains(Pacific Crest Trail 2007), John Raux’s been painting in response to his journey in Kansas City, and the last year of his life. The show includes 20 oil paintings that are all 16x24 inches (in contrast to the 11ft pieces a year ago at the Bad Seed). The installation will also include writing and reflections on our relationships with home, speed, and the systems of city life. At the opening, local songwriter David Bennett will perform on the back patio and will be followed by a dance party.
My first week in Portland and Seattle has been wonderful. Naco’s naan tacos! Biker and hiker cultures are so refreshing…. Not to mention I’m getting tons of exercise exploring the town. Going to hike tomorrow and then see banana get hitched! Yeehaw.