March 30, 1973

November 16, 2015

Dear Mr. Nadeau:

As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society — things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.


E. B. White


November 8, 2015

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Send it to Yourself.

September 12, 2015

Victor Shklovsky  1893-1934
from “Art as Technique” 1917 essay

If we start to examine the general laws of perception, we see that as perception becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. Thus, for example, all of our habits retreat into the area of the unconscious automatic…[Art] exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony. The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make an object “unfamiliar,” to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself and must be prolonged. Art is a way of experiencing the artfulness of an object; the object is not important.

Altar Boys Debut

April 18, 2015

First Single off our upcoming album, Bad Dads:“>



Saga – Mary Ruefle

February 19, 2015

Everything that ever happened to me
is just hanging—crushed
and sparkling—in the air,
waiting to happen to you.
Everything that ever happened to me
happened to somebody else first.
I would give you an example
but they are all invisible.
Or off gallivanting around the globe.
Not here when I need them
now that I need them
if I ever did which I doubt.
Being particular has its problems.
In particular there is a rift through everything.
There is a rift running the length of Iceland
and so a rift runs through every family
and between families a feud.
It’s called a saga. Rifts and sagas
fill the air, and beautiful old women
sing of them, so the air is filled with
music and the smell of berries and apples
and shouting when a gun goes off
and crying in closed rooms.
Faces, who needs them?
Eating the blood of oranges
I in my alcove could use one.
Abbas and ammas!
come out of your huts, travel
halfway around the world,
inspect my secret bank account of joy!
My face is a jar of honey
you can look through,
you can see everything
is muted, so terribly muted,
who could ever speak of it,
sealed and held up for all?

“Saga” Mary Ruefle

Mindi Meltz, Beauty

December 31, 2014

FOREVER MAKES THE MARK.  Climbs and descends and Climbs to shine in splendor and revelatory satisfaction. screeches validation at your heart.  weaves a long graspable straight line by untangling thoughts on love.  speaks for the animal trapped inside a body.

Dyer’s Reference

December 30, 2014

Old Ball / Current Kreutchmer Residence / Block Island, RI

May 29, 2014

Old Ball / Current Kreutchmer Residence Block Island, RI

Green Chair, Stove, Counter, Thresholds.
scene from the kitchen table
12″ x 15 ” oil and palette knife
second week of May 2014
With Thanks to katie Kreutchmer.

Cassandra and Naomi dance in grandma’s kitchen

April 21, 2014

Cassandra and Naomi dance in grandma's kitchen

Easter 420 2014
Brighton ave.

February 26, 2014

“When we are engaged in blind compassion, we rarely show any anger, for we not only believe that compassion has to be gentle, but we also are frightened of upsetting anyone, especially to the point of their confronting us. This is reinforced by our judgment of anger, especially in its more fiery forms, as something less than spiritual; something to be equated with ill will, hostility, and aggression; something that should not be there if we were being truly loving.

In blind compassion we don’t know how to — or won’t learn how to — say “no” with any real power, avoiding confrontation at all costs and, as a result, enabling unhealthy patterns to continue. Our “yes” is then anemic and impotent, devoid of the impact it could have if we were also able to access a clear, strong “no” that emanated from our core.

When we mute our essential voice, our openness is reduced to a permissive gap, an undiscerning embrace, a poorly boundaried receptivity, all of which indicate a lack of compassion for ourselves (in that we don’t adequately protect ourselves). Blind compassion confuses anger with aggression, forcefulness with violence, judgment with condemnation, exaggerated tolerance with caring, and spiritual correctness with moral maturity.”

From the mouths of babes

February 5, 2014


Deadbeat Presents: Day One of Winter, Enter Derrick Jensen

December 22, 2013

p. 303-304 of “The Culture of Make Believe”

“Don’t.  Don’t look.  Don’t listen.  Don’t love.  Don’t let the other be.  Don’t.  The best way to gaurantee you won’t be in relationship with something is to not see it.  The best way to make certain you won’t see something is to destroy it.  And completing this awful circle, it is easiest to destroy something you refuse to see.  This in a nutshell, is the key to our civilisation’s ability to work its will on the world and on other cultures: Our power (individually and socially) derives from our steadfast refusal to enter into meaningful and mutual relationships.

This refusal — this key to power — was carried forward and used by slavers, Columbus, Pilgrims, the Founding Fathers, Hitler.  It is put forward today by politicians who send soldiers to kill at a distance, and by soldiers who do the killing.  It is pushed by CEO’s and ohers who wish to reap the benefits of our economic system, and by purveyors of porn who tell us it’s OK to represent women as objects to be “fucked in every hole” (or, judging by my Alta Vista search and the prevalent statistics, to be raped) but fail to mention any form of relationship at all.  It is okay, we are told incessantly (for incessant repetition is necessary to make this painful and eventually numbing lesson stick) to utilize resources, whether the resources are trees, fish, gold, diamonds, land, labor, warm, wet vaginas, or oil.  Bu one must never enter into relationship with this other who owns or who is a resource.  To do so would be to break the covenant with your God, whose name is Jealous, whose name is Power, because our power comes directly from your unwillingness (or, perhaps, in time, your inability) to maintain relationship: it is much easier to expl0it someone you do not consider a living being — a You, as Buber would have put it — much less a friend, a lover, a member of your family.  This is the key to understanding the difference beween indigenous and civilized warfare: Even in warfare the indigenous maintain relationships wih their honored enemy.  This is the key to understanding the difference between indigenous and civilized ways of living.  THi sis only one of many things those we enslave could tell us, if only we asked: They, too, are alive, and present another way of living, a way of living that is not — in conradistinction to our God and our science and our capitalism and everything else in our lives — jealous.  It is an inclusive way of living.  THey could tell us that things don’t have to be the way they are. “

Sacred & Profane 2013

October 22, 2013



Sacred & Profane 2013

Great Diamond toward Portland from Peaks(Trefethen) 10.11

October 12, 2013


Daylight Metal

September 9, 2013

Daylight Metal

Village, Lucky, Deluge, Surface