Escobas

De quien sera la escoba que me lleve a ese lugar normal que ya no puedo estar?. la ultima vez vole tanto que pronto me pase y no se volvi al mismo panal.

De Atar

Hay algo que ya no puedo contener. Me tira un sueo y no le puedo contestar. Arranca sola y no se va a detener. Caigo de tripa, no me va a dejar volar.

World Without End

Word Of Mouth

In 1980, as part of a project called Word of Mouth, I was invited, along with a living other artists, to go to Panape, a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific. The idea was that we'd sit around talking for a few days and that the conversations would be made into a talking record..

White Lily

What Fassbinder is it?. The one-armed man walks into a flower shop and says:. What flower expresses days go by. and they just keep going by endlessly.

Washington Street

It's midnight downtown. It's been raining for days. Rain beats down.. It covers the streets with its sparkling skin.. . In the deli purple light. A woman in a party dress pays for some milk.

Walking Falling

I wanted you. and I was looking for you. but I couldn't find you. I wanted you. and I was looking for you all day. but I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you. you're walking. and you don't alw.

Transitory Life

It's a good time far bankers and winners and sailors. With their stories of jackpots and islands of pleasure. They keep their treasures locked in Iron Mountain.

Tightrope

Last night I dreamed I died and that my life had been rearranged into some kind of theme park. and all my friends were walking up and down the boardwalk. and my dead grandmother was selling cott.

Thinking Of You

Sky flying birds. Flying over cities.. Flying over mountains,. Sky flying moon. Sailing over wide plains.. Pulling on the oceans.. . Snow flies around. Snow flies around..

The Ugly One With The Jewels

In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil speak a lovely birdlike language and are quite tiny physically; I towered over them. Mostly, I spent my days following the women around since my brother wasn't really allowed to do this. We got up at 3am and began to separate the corn into three colors. And we boiled it, ran to the mill and back, and finally started to make the tortillas. Now all the other women's tortillas were 360, perfectly toasted, perfectly round; and after a lot of practice mine were still lobe-sided and charred. And when they thought I wasn't looking they threw them to the dogs..

The Soul Is A Bird

In 1984, as part of the press for the tour I was doing in Japan, I was asked to go to Bali and speak about the future with the prince of Ouboud. Now the idea was that I would represent the Western world, the prince the Southern world, and the Japanese press representative would represent whatever was left. The conversations would be published in a large book, scheduled for release one year after the concert tour. Now as press this didn't really seem like a great way to advertise concerts but it sounded like fun anyway..

The Salesman

Now the book is called Stories from the Nerve Bible and what I mean by the Nerve Bible is the body. And parts of the body appear and disappear throughout the book, adding up to a kind of self-portrait although not a very naturalistic one. And I used the word Bible in the title of this book because the first really strange stories I remember hearing were Bible stories. And these stories were completely amazing: about parting oceans, and talking snakes. And people really seemed to believe these stories. And I'm talking about adults. Adults, who mainly just did the most mundane things imaginable: mowing their lawns and throwing potluck parties; they all believed in these wild stories. And they would sit around and discuss them in the most matter-of-fact way. So in a way I was introduced to a special local form of surrealism at an early age and so there was always a question in my mind about what's actually true and what is just another art form. Now I've always been intere! sted in trying to define what makes up the late twentieth century American for example and so, as an artist, I've always thought my main job was to be a spy, to use my eyes and ears, and find some of the answers. For example, I like to hang around the banks of phones in airports, one of my favorite listening posts and eavesdrop on conversations. Now I usually travel on the same schedule as salesmen and after lunch these guys call into the main office and I just stand there at the phones, listening in and taking notes for my portrait of the American salesmen..

The Rotowhirl

Around 1978, I met a comedian, Andy Kaufmann. And he was performing his avant-garde Elise act in a club in Queens. The performance started with Andy playing the bongos, and for some unknown reason, sobbing. We became friends and I acted as Andy's straight man in clubs and field trips. At the Improv in New York Andy would begin his show by insulting women and saying, "I won't respect them until one of them comes up here and wrestles me down." This was supposed to be my job. I sat in the club drinking whiskies trying to get up the nerve. In the meantime I was also supposed to be heckling him. And after three whiskies I managed to get pretty abusive. Wrestling him down though was really hard because Andy really fought. On our field trips we would go to Coney Island to try out some of Andy's theories on cutting-edge comedy..

The Puppet Motel

I live on the highway near the puppet motel I log in every day I know the neighborhood well. no about the residents of the puppet motel they're more than a little spooky and most of them are mea.

The Ouija Board

In 1978, I spent some time in California in the fall, looking for a quiet place to live. I finally found what seemed to be the perfect apartment. But the night after I moved in I heard a tremendous pounding sound. As it turned out, I had moved in right above a Hawaiian hallow log drum school. Every other night, it was converted into a hula school with a live band of six Hawaiian guitars..

The Night Flight From Houston

It was the night flight from Houston. Almost perfect visibility. You could see the lights from all the little Texas towns far below. And I was sitting next to a fifty-year old woman who had never been on a plane before. And her son had sent her a ticket and said:.

All My Love

All My Love, I give you All My Love,. The skies may fall, my love. But I will still be true.. All my sighs will disappear at last,. Now that you're here at last,.

The Mysterious "j"

In the book there are several chapters about women talking and women writing. Now it seems likely that men invented writing and wrote what? Maybe ninety, maybe ninety-five percent of everything that's ever been written. Oh there's the recent theory that a woman, the mysterious "J", wrote much of the Old Testament, but only because God was portrayed in this book as patriarchal, tyrannical and inconsistent, the way presumably only a woman would write about a man. But I think I can picture this "J" scribbling away and laughing although the first time I saw the Bible re-enacted was sometime in the 70s and there was a cable TV show in the Midwest and Bible study groups would act out parts of the Bible. But these were pretty low budget productions and shot in a church basement or somebody's ###160109 and all the prophets had towels wrapped around their heads for turbans, but you could see the tags, the ones with the washing instructions, sort of sticking out and back. There were ver! y few women on these tapes. They tended to be the odd shepherdess sort dancing girl bit part..

The Lake

I walk accompanied by ghosts.. I walk accompanied by ghosts.. . My father with his diamond eyes. His voice life size.. He says follow me. Follow me.. .