pipe shot first.
when i left my home friday morning to walk maxx, there was a makeshift memorial being arranged by some neighbors from around the corner. i asked a friend who was walking by if he knew anything about it. “they took some guy away there this morning. he died right there,” he said, pointing at the box.
“whoa” i said.
that’s about all i have when confronted with that kind of news.
better than “giddiyap,” i guess.

“he passed out and died in the cold,” he told me. “that’s what i heard.”
later that day other people told me that he was beaten by two guys with pipes.
“holy moses,” i said.
as the story was amped up, so was my verbal reaction. i got biblical.
that night, friday, the temperature was fifteen degrees.
we had four acts playing in the backyard and that box alight with holy candles in front of the store.. this is a photo of one of the bands -

i want to thank these guys (Team Goldie/Mediocre /the Andria Doria/Hunters and Runners) for showing up. i heard one guitarist proclaim while on stage “i can’t feel my fingers.”
rock on.

dubknowdub was here last week, loaded with loads of frequencies and stuff. great.
the electronic-blue-light-reflection on the guy’s mask was like icing on the cake.

peter evans played – he’s one of the best young men with a horn i know. this is a picture of what he sounds like when he’s hitting “those” notes;

there was also an expatriate one-man-stage experience by the name of robot cowboy.

these acts i photographed are testament to the joy that i experience here – i hear them when i see them – it’s like eating immediate-action drugs.
yeah, there are occasional bummers, but these too can be unending stories of horror and intrigue.
there was this political play here one night………..me and giancarlo were here and………

also last week, i went on my three-hour vacation and got photographic.
some were taken around jamaica bay, others at floyd bennett and a few fort tilden where i found graffiti growing nicely –

i also added new pics to myspace, facebook and photobucket here at the earth reclamation project, specifically….

maxx and his brown-rustness cozy among other nature of likeness;

and you know that whenever i approached the beach out here i communed with my loveline to eternity and the dearest of all to me…i called the planet and let her know i was here…….

we spoke about our relationship and came to the realization that the eight months we’ve known each other might as well have been eight years or eighty years.
we’ve been little planets of joy to each other since starting our communications.
we kept attempting to join our worlds but gravity repeatedly got in our way.
with calm resolve we wait for our moment.

she sang “hallelujah” a’capella to me from another time.
it took the heart out of me and put it on runway 24 and let it fly.

it’s still out there…….

this week i spoke to a friend who lives around the corner.
the dead guy, the subject of the cardboard memorial that began this note, died of a heart attack brought on by diabetes, drugs and alcohol.
the pipe-attack was a gritty urban kiss goodnight.
regardless, luis is breaknecking at various rates of mega-multi-hyper-speed, on levels of levels of time and space, everready to circle and park, for an eternal millisecond, on the courtesy ramp by the coffee machine out there on “the eighth-electro-plasma-ocean of the ninth dimension”.