People describe me as “crafty.” Not in the Beastie Boys’ ‘She’s Crafty’ kind of way; I make things. I see things I like and then I figure out how to make them myself. Usually google is required. And tenacity. Usually that too. Also, lowered expectations. Anyhow, I think this is Generation DIY. I know there is so much we can do to make this world a better and more beautiful place. And I’m looking for work! Please get in touch.
If you’re wondering why ‘we are not human,’ check out poet/hero Ms. Patti Smith’s “Birdland”: http://open.spotify.com/track/2Q3E2aEvcvd0fZOc36VcEW
I am helium raven and this movie is mine
So he cried out as he stretched the sky
Pushin’ it all out like latex cartoon
Am I all alone in this generation?
We’ll just be dreamin’ of animation night and day
And won’t let up, won’t let up and I see them comin’ in
Oh, I couldn’t hear them before, but I hear ‘em now
It’s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Movin’ in like black ships, they were movin’ in, streams of them
And he put up his hands and he said, “It’s me, it’s me
I’ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh Lord, please take me up
I’m helium, raven waitin’ for you, please take me up
Don’t leave me here”
The son, the sign, the cross
Like the shape of a tortured woman
The true shape of a tortured woman
The mother standing in the doorway, lettin’ her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They’re all dreamin’, they’re gonna bear the prophet
He’s gonna run through the fields dreamin’ in animation
It’s all gonna split his skull
It’s gonna come out like a black bouquet shinin’
Like a fist that’s gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let’s go up, up, don’t hold me back
Take me up, I’ll go up, I’m goin’ up, I’m goin’ up
Take me up, I’m goin’ up, I’ll go up, tell
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up, to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open and we’ll go inside of it
Well, we are not human, we’re not human
