December 2, 2014
September 12, 2014
July 29, 2014
July 21, 2014
April 15, 2014
April 8, 2014
March 4, 2014
January 20, 2014
“Meanwhile, deep ashore
We are building a boat
We are living an island
We are at the fucking beach
it’s a parking lot at the bottom of the block.”
Sometime in the near future a crocheted sculptural environment will surround Gambletron in the newest incarnation of her electronic radio noise extravaganza. Johnny Nawracaj has created a series of large, three-dimensional geometric radio antennas crocheted in soft, conductive wire. The pyramidal antennas are an extension of Gambletron’s radio Theramin. They grow from yarn structures emulating the video glitches and fractal patterns generated live by Nawracaj in a video projection accompanying Gambletron as she performs.
January 16, 2014
I’ve lucky to live down
Likelihoods tearing seams and pierced
I fortress hold idolatresss
Cut my own hair
Telling lilies under the wall
Graves loose and close
Earth piled and piled
The way back up the hands will hold
Fold one over the other
After loss and mother father all mixed up
Puppy to come home
Lick your feet
And we walk snows at light down
November 13, 2013
Janus determined the coin turned in one hand. and one over the mouth.
the eyes of Jacks and the eyes of Mary. turning and turning and the like.
“it’s not the end of the world,” said mother father, “not yet and an unlucky never.” long fingers spinning whirlpools into the lake close to shore.
little girl being falls in and their little boy feelings spread like oil over the surface.
one and one
and more than both is never neither. ever nearer.
daddy witch catches them in her big big hands. long fingers spinning into circles the bodies that are more.
Janus turns the coin again over. his hands are small and the coin shines bigger than his large eyes even. two faces cry into each other and the coin has no sides but one when each face the other and spread legged pull hand to wrist to push their gaping wet holes together facing in. if there were a little drill to the skull they couldn’t know more than they do now, then they will know then- she and they- when more comes.