Impromptu

When I paint I do so quickly, not without care, but without purpose, except to apply paint to canvas. Because if I think too much there is paralysis, nothing created. Ever.

I do not try for something. It tries for me and then I wait. Wait to see whether or not I like what I have created. Sometimes yes. Sometimes no, as with triptych painted recently. Colors right. Images right. Bottom right corner wrong. I look and it bothers, though I didn't see until later. And creating first, painstakingly, would have produced nothing.

It is the same with writing. When I think to write, almost nothing. Overwrought. Overthought. That is why I like a blog. Less thinking, more writing.

A poem. Impromptu. For to sit, to see, to wait.



For a basket of cherries
will you love me
low and sweet
lip to lip
and
lung to lung?

To try for close means
brown thighs, bare
lovely in their ability
to noise the silence.

Real is as
drunken butterfly
kissing barfly into midnight
and
alighting
with iron feet.

Nostalgia,
violet, no n
the breath of sound to ear
loving low
coupling sweet--and w/o purpose.

Viva!

Last night before bed I read the police notes. An item about a man taking unwanted photographs during Fiesta. This morning I woke to a dream. Wandering and sausage. Elvis singing Neil Diamond. Ferris wheel detaching from its mount and rolling through the crowd, smashing people like in a bad horror flick. Confetti and kissing St. Peter, kissing the money attached to his back. Halter tops bejeweled with diamonds, emeralds and rubies. A cat fight in the women's bathroom at Old Timer's, flying hair and eyelashes and fuckyous. Fernando and strobe lights. Seine boats surfing a tidal wave. A set of man legs running wildly in red, fishnet stockings, independent of torso. Burnt flag on boulevard encased in glass. God eating fried dough.

Perhaps these are the photographs that I wish I had taken, unwanted or not, though I did have a good time at Fiesta. Here are a few photos that I did take, wanted, unwanted?, to prove it.









To see more, click on an image.

for S

We call it therapy. The act of caring for someone. To care. To care to listen. To care to feel. To care to ask the question. To care to know the answer. To hear the answer. To see the color that the answer will be. How to know when not to care. How to care not too much. Not too much, but enough. Enough.

Day Zees

Cat Butt Gum...Rear

Cat Butt Gum...Rear
Originally uploaded by KitschKat.

And please click on the image so that you can read the type to learn when and if you should chew. Or eschew.

A Brief History...


Brothers Seth and Mitch Nash founded Blue Q 17 years ago in Boston, Massachusetts. Mitch sold a successful music merchandising business (a venture which enabled him to attend all the rock concerts he wanted to) and Seth left high-tech engineering to be a self-employed mad scientist. They thought they would join forces (after all they were successful building elaborate and bizarre construction projects in their backyard because their mother didn't let them watch TV) and start a company. Designer Lighting was going to be the product. But one day, in their usual madcap way, in a roomy loft in Boston, they created the infamous Flat Cat. The Flat Cat was a two dimensional cardboard kitty that was marketed as the Perfect Pet. They sold millions of them and the quirky Blue Q product line was born. Designer driven with a huge emphasis on packaging and quality, Blue Q conquered the gift world with more flat pets, stationary, cards, refrigerator magnets and soap. After successfully importing a personal care line from Australia, Blue Q began to create its own line of soaps and toiletries in late 1998. This growing line maintains a diverse and distinct look with personal care lines such as Queen, Tainted Love, Wash Away Your Sins, Miso Pretty, Balls, and the queen of them all, Dirty Girl. In 2003 Blue Q entered into a wildly different market - chewing gum. What they will do next is classified. The company is now based out of a renovated player piano factory in Pittsfield Massachusetts in the bucolic Berkshires. 13 employees man the administration and art departments where music blares all day and they all take turns making lunch. Mitch art directs all the products, working closely with designers from across the country in a workspace dominated by a 3-½ foot barbed-wire ball. Seth is the financial and systems guru behind his bank of computers. A warehouse and distribution center employing 20 people as well as approximately 12 individuals in a handicapped workshop is located a mile away. New products are being developed constantly. Dirty Girl has grown into a legitimate cosmetics brand with the likes of Courtney Love, Minnie Driver and Chrissie Hynde hording her wares. Dirty Girl as well as many other blue Q brands can be found in Bloomingdale's, Nordstrom, Bendel's, specialty shops throughout the nation, and online at Sesto-Senso.com.

Cat Butt Gum

Cat Butt Gum
Originally uploaded by KitschKat.

Here it is. And I'm going to post the back of the package too. And then I'll post the bit of information from BlueQ in Pittsfield because I think it's funny.

The Hitching

If so desired, click on this image, click on Wedding at Stage Fort (set). Click on slideshow--to see a few more photos.

Who vs. Whom

Today I am going to be who I should be instead of whom I want to be.

On Writing and Cat Butt Gum

Do people write to be understood? Or to be misunderstood? I wonder sometimes.

Catt Butt Gum. I'm obsessed. And it's made in Pittsfield, Ma--which I find appropriate and funny. More information on where to buy some soon. Along with Shut the Hell Up Gum, Frenching Gum, I love my Penis Gum, Handz Off Gum, Be Gone Evil Twin Gum, Potty Mouth Gum, Total Bitch Gum, Bad Ass Gum, Make Out Gum, Sluticillin Gum, and more.

I'm buying some for all of you. And myself, of course.

Some people change. Some don't.

Not for Ourselves Alone

Elizabeth Cady Stanton said it. And insisted on the vote for all women, regardless of color, social status, even until the end.