Chris Sullivan is a friend from here in San Franciso , so I keep in touch
with his blog site. He had been dormant the last couple of months. No
internet connection since he moved to be in New Orleans.
If you plow back into the archive on his site (if still possible), he has
one of those great eccentric minds - a humor in the line of Jonathan
Williams, but much more into junkyard funk. (New Orleans now a goldmine for
that, apparently). A kind of walking performance artist. Yet his domestic
takes can be very funny. House sitting for a girl friend he will make an
audio of rolling out and tearing off some 'cling' wrap, etc. Wit on the
detrital edges of 'Empire.'
Is "detrital" an adjective? Microsoft Office does not think so.
Time? - well, I waste time having fun, writing and all that.
Back to work!
Stephen V
> This & the other link, very interesting Stephen. How do you find them?
> How do you find the time?
>
> Thanks for both.
>
> Doug
> On 28-Nov-05, at 5:03 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
>
>> If you are interested in a unique probe into New Orleans, the
>> inveterate
>> poet/photo found object realist Chris Sullivan has real work there in
>> demolition! The little audio recordings ("West Lake Demo", among a
>> couple
>> of others) - accounting the immediate terrain - gets as close to
>> residual
>> facts as I've "seen."
>>
>> Go to:
>>
>> http://8letters.blogspot.com/
>>
>> & scroll down to:
>>
>> Wednesday, November 16, 2005
>>
>> Barcode Noir
>>
>> .
>> chorus of
>> DRILL MOTORS IN REVERSE
>> hey man you know where I can score some morefema?
>> how 66 hours a week full-time screws-backer-outer sound?
>> last 26 at time and half?
>> 22.50 an hour
>> I was thinking maybe I could hold an orange slow traffic flag -
>> the devastation goes
>> to your head - the houses
>> the houses Stanley lived right down the street
>> the handwriting, in notebooks
>> ___________
>>
>> Stephen V
>> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>>
>>
> Douglas Barbour
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> Drag yr mouldy old bones
> Up these stairs & tell me
> What you died of,
> I think
> Išve got it
> Too.
>
> Sharon Thesen
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