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MOTION THOUGHTS
Sunday, February 25, 2007burning bush i was intending to post this forever ago, when it actually happened (january 23), but i could never decide if i wanted to post more pictures than just this one. tom's post probably covered all my bases. except for mine are in color! if you're interested in more, let me know. so yes, this is from the state of the union party at the iron rail book collective in the marigny of new orleans. and yes, we are burning an effigy of the president. lagniappe:     Labels: anarchy, fire, fireworks, New Orleans, photography, president bush Friday, January 26, 2007concerned citizens.here is my brief follow-up to the photograph i posted on tuesday evening. this all went down at the Iron Rail/Plan-B warehouse on Decatur and Marigny in the Marigny district of New Orleans. The advertisement for the event, the "State of the Union Party," touted "Fireworks! Burning effigies!" and "Fire-breathing anarchists!" And, well, I think you'll see that these claims were not unfounded... the night started out with giant 8-foot in diameter hula hoops! this gentleman hulahooped with the best of them.  he was an expert, and also assisted with the filmings inside of the art space. on this night, he played mentor to the young girl on the right, who was soon hula hooping with great finesse.  inside the art space, kids from all over crowded in for food, drink, and a showing of the state of the union address and film "death of a president." during the first half of the presentation, the audience was encouraged to throw rotten vegetable matter at the screen.  then they brought the bush effigy out, which was once seated right of the viewing screen.  amidst some varied calls of, "no, you're not going to burn it, are you?" came answers...  of, "oh, yes we are!" the effigy was soaked with alcohol first.  and then after some trial and tribulation with lighters, surfaces to light, and other concerns...  it caught fire. in the background are two undercover detectives that came to the gathering in case if things got out of hand. they called for two squadron cars when things got louder, and their true identites were revealed.  chaos ensued once george REALLY got burning.  people interacted with their flaming president in many ways. here a young gentleman sees that the effigy's head is not adequately on fire!  george soon falls to pieces, much to the crowd's delight!  some begin to toast marshmallows on the open fire.  others simply come to warm themselves on the comforting glow.  fireworks also make an appearance, bursting into the sky, skipping gleefully along the streets, and making a genuine ruckus!  bam!  basking in the glow.  the collective stamps out their fires after the cops arrive. two police cruisers pull up after the fireworks get particularly intense. they were stationed about two blocks away towards the river since the beginning of the night. they demand that the collective cease all loud activity.  our hula-hooping friend from earlier talks to police, assuring them that everything is all right, and that the collective is just going to go back inside and watch another film. everyone wishes the police a good night. fin. Labels: black and white, fire, fireworks, New Orleans, photography, president bush Wednesday, January 24, 2007destroying civilization.from tonight. more to come probably. i'll probably be able to edit this into a photo story. Labels: fire, photography, president bush Wednesday, November 29, 2006Dead Head BluesNo one's in the kitchen, but they got pasta on the stove.No one's in the kitchen, but they got pasta on the stove. I go on sitting and staring at them noodles getting hard and cold. Marijuana in the main room, tobacco on the balcony. Marijuana in the main room, tobacco on the balcony. My friends are stuck in a cycle. They're acting just like me. I used to roll burritos, but the boss man sent me home. I used to roll burritos, but the boss man sent me home. Now I'm smoking all my paychecks and talking on the telephone. So throw my textbooks on the fire. I ain't learning, I'm keepin warm. Throw my textbooks on the fire. I ain't learning, I'm keepin warm. Getting high, watching cartoons: don't mean a soul no harm. Labels: fire Tuesday, November 21, 2006more old wordsI dreamed the world was ending. I was scared until I found you. You took me to the zoo.In reality, you are not here. I sit on my windowsill and smoke myself stupid. I tip ash over the ledge and pull fire between my teeth: to light up the cold inside. Evil smoke curls around my face and makes my eyes water. The familiarity of the action starts mental upset, learned behavior working to my disadvantage. The black cigar keeps my lips from trembling -- stay steady, breathe in. My fingers betray me while my clouded mind drifts in some other sky. Trains in the distance become whales. (Where are they coming from? There's not a railroad or a beach for miles.) The whole idea shakes me. I ask myself, "What have I done?" Over and over. No longer a magic eight ball. No magic answer floats up into truth. I only produce smoke and sickness, floating on the blue dyed pool of my shallow person. I fumble eternally, make excuses. Finally I force myself to stumble back to bed -- no longer a haven for my sleepless self, my spine too twisted to find rest. The post-tobacco taste which normally makes me happy is disgusting tonight -- a reminder of my hideousness and rejection. I burned away my heart. Held the flame over the bowl of my tears and now I'm dried up -- is it what I wanted? The prospect terrifies me. I spend two days crying in bed to recuperate and win back my human parts. I curl into a deep alone, eyes singing to the symphony outside.
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