Woody Guthrie Painting

I painted this little ditty today. Good Ol' Woody has been a friend through his music for years and I wanted to pay some type of tribute.

The Cliche

I think it's starting to feel cliche to not use cliches... Writers seem like they're trying so hard not to use a cliche that their prose becomes gawdy and awkward. I don't like it. From this day forward, I am an advocate for cliches and will promote their usage under most circumstances(barring local news writers, whom, by the very nature of their profession, have such a mastery of the art that to limit their use of cliches on such a subjective basis as is my standard expectancy would be akin to forcing Michelangelo to sculpt with poop). So it is, with a twinkle in my eye, that I get down and dirty, assume the position with no if, and's or but's about it, and proclaim myself a lover of all things cliche.

New York in the Fifties

I just stumbled across an interesting documentary about the literary state of the 1950's. it's funny because as much as it is called the lost generation, there seemed to be a lot of shit going down. In my own late night, insomniatic thoughts I search for a movement. If there is ever to be a time of social progression in my life, before I'm too old to partake, I would like it to be something like the American Fifties.

It was such a clash of old and new... It was like the forming of a thunderstorm. We would be lucky to feel this motion, standing on the precipice of something huge and growing. Blogs are fine and dandy. Smart phones and twittering seem to uphold the tradition of narcissism, especially amongst writers and artists. Sensationalized news for the sake of it, not because it is actually news but because something needs to fill the time slot, makes me feel like even if there was something worthy of being said it would be lost in the static. Maybe there have been vociferous clashes of ideals in America over the last 20 years, but maybe it was also washed away with the rest of the white noise. (no talk of irony please)

I wonder if there has ever been a time in history when so many people are so widely displayed and so widely ignored. It will probably come to a point where there is very little use for the internet due to its vague and overloaded essence. Maybe my children will lead a revolution which inspires devolution back to simpler times.

Talkin' New York Town

Ramblin' outa the wild West,

Leavin' the towns I love the best.

Thought I'd seen some ups and down,

"Til I come into New York town.

People goin' down to the ground,

Buildings goin' up to the sky

Or so says Bob Dylan... At least I know I'm not alone.

Genisis

I am moving to New York City to "live the dream" as my hip artist uncle puts it. This blog is going to be my portal to the endless abyss of online anonymity.