Sometimes I hear Iron Maiden's "Run to the Hills" in my head. Sometimes I hear that song "Cowboys are Square" by that Billy Childish. I'm not sure if the "Injuns Died Here" label is a warning, or a mere statement of fact. Perhaps both.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Secret societies aren't very secret anymore. Actually, I was meditating about artist Rick Griffin's propensity for lapsing into lettering that's either indecipherable or near-indecipherable. I figure if he could lapse, I can lapse. Let's lapse.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
This is not a call-to-arms, nor is it a biological treatise. I was reading Howard Bloom's The Lucifer Principle, and I seemed (and that might yet be still present tense) to get lost in this claustrophobic crosshatched sketchbook landscape. Lost, or would that be trapped?