David sings a song by David Rawlings / Gillian Welch
Yesterday I went to dinner with family. Despite significant intake of stimulants (Pepsi) I was only able to pronounce one sentence: “They aren’t absorbent.” I was observing that old National Geographics would most likely not make good toilet paper in the event of a state of emergency. 13 Oct 2007, Thursday, DSC
Twitter, because Mark Zuckerberg, as I think we can agree, is a global-scale asshole, but when he aligned with the ad dorks it unleashed a colossal daisy chain of fucked up.
Sometimes, as a poetic device, I copy bios and then replace their facts with what would be mine. Then I see what’s left and decide not to use it as a bio, again. 56 years, no bio. © David Curtis 2021
for Kerry Peirson
For me, the Bible is a really badly edited work of mostly fiction that I sometimes deface with Sharpies when I stay at motels.
(a freely adapted work) [Verse] (In) rivers that run near meBlack eyed birds swim with meA moon full of stars, ( )And all the figures I used to see All my lovers are there with me All my past and futuresAnd we all go to nothing in little row boats There is nothing to fearContinue reading “Pyramid Song 2020”
On accretion and decay, a monologue w/ slides first performed by David Curtis at the Arts Factory in Las Vegas, Nevada preface: The surface of many photographic prints is reflective, as is the glass which faces framed prints, so the viewer sees her reflection in the framed image. This condition persists and yet is mostlyContinue reading “1 April 1998”
If you come back If you live again I hope your next existence has more dignity the three of you I want the Universe to provide another chance for you Than floating in that urine in this rest stop during a pandemic © David Curtis 2020
Update: We are tracking a drone that is nearing our test facility. If it enters our airspace we reserve the right to initiate an unscheduled test of our anti-drone system. dc