DRAWING A COMPARISON BEETWEEN TWO FRUITS

help! i need to lose a billion dollars
before this wedding
before swimming season
before i die
my arms aren't wings and i don't have claws anymore
these bones and skin and a ton of muscle
just peters out into a trickle of soft fingers
pluck
my eyes the size of grapes
out of my viney skull
the who is talking to me
but my generation
is just the internet
and owls are always evil
when mice are the main characters

LUTE OLSON


i was dead
for infinity
collecting dust
from distance of empty everything
until i became
a blip on the radar
so breathy
of black holes
me – me - me a thousand times over
burning brighter than hellfire
hot water
and whatever is me mucking up
the me-less universe
won’t worry
about my blood boiling in zero gravity
billions of miles
from the nearest star
is it bad
in this vacuum gap of galaxy
that i miss humans sweet stink
living skin
the walking hum
of bacteria seems more pleasant
than all this silly death
or talk to me
about the weather
too keep a mind off other things

AN INTERVIEW W/ ERIC NYFFELER

DO YOU THINK IT IS IMPORTANT TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM POPULAR
CULTURE WHEN IT COMES TO MAINTAINING IDENTITY IN YOUR OWN ART? WHY OR
WHY NOT?

I wouldn't necessarily say that it's important, but it IS something that is inherent in my art. I've never had much patience or love for pop culture or mainstream media. I am rarely excited when reminiscing about the popular culture from my youth. I frequently have friends jokingly insult me that I am the worst person to joke with because I understand approximately 0.001% of pop culture or sports references.

Because of all of this, pop culture very rarely factors into my art. I tend to create work based mostly upon internalized loves and predilections (i.e. I like triangles and I think penises are funny, therefore, I have a lot of triangles and penises in my art).

Long story short, there is little pop culture in my art, not by choice, but because there simply is little pop culture inside of me. This strikes me a bit of a shame because pop culture themed art is a FUCKING GOLDMINE.


WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA MEMORY? INCLUDE TOPPINGS.

Every pizza memory is my favorite pizza memory.


HOW DOES MUSIC INFLUENCE YOUR OUTLOOK ON HUMANITY?

Music makes the enormous, faceless mass of humanity much easier to bare. It reminds me that every person has the same set of limited, broken emotions, even if their outward appearance is that of an untamed farm animal.


HOW WILL YOU ADAPT TO THE QUICKLY EVOLVING LANDSCAPE OF TECHNOLOGY AND HOW IT RELATES TO GRAPHIC DESIGN?

I will become a curmudgeon and scream at the kids to stay off my lawn.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FRUIT THESE DAYS?

Pomegranates are universally the most delicious fruit ever, but my immense laziness often keeps me from their reward. Honeycrisp apples probably bring more joy to me on monthly basis.

LIST YOUR TOP FIVE MIYAZAKI MOVIES IN ORDER.

Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind

Spirited Away

My Neighbor Totoro

Porco Rosso

Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro



WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THE INTERNET AS A CONNECTOR GLOBALLY BUT A DISCONNECT LOCALLY IN REGARDS TO BUSINESS, ART, AND PERSONAL
RELATIONSHIPS?

The internet is infinitely useful in connecting people that have no other paths towards each other. The internet is also infinitely useless at making all of us endlessly vain and self obsessed.

WAS THERE EVER A TIME YOU WERE OFFENDED BY A DUMB BLONDE JOKE?

What the fuck?! Is this a bald joke?!

DO YOU HAVE ANY JOKES YOU CAN TELL FROM MEMORY? PLEASE SHARE. IF NOT,
GOOGLE A JOKE AND SHARE THAT INSTEAD.

My sense of humour peaked at the age of five when I discovered puns.


DO YOU THINK THERE IS A CONNECTION BETWEEN SOLITUDE AND CREATIVITY??
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS?

I think there are definite pros and cons to both creativity in solitude and creativity in collaboration. I feel that creativity is solitude is more fruitful, quicker, and more true to one's own person (especially if you factor in solitude from television, internet, commercials etc etc). It's difficult to ever truly listen to the tiny internal voice when there are others present. All of that being said, creation in collaboration allows you to cross bridges that you would never attempt on your own. It holds your hand and drags to places in which you'd never set foot by choice. However, I also feel that collaboration is much more suspect to compromise and creative contamination. The temptation to half-ass something or to cheat and create something trite is much easier when you have someone else with whom to share the blame.

WHEN I DRINK WATER


wrote a poem about my throat
things i am stuffing

the filter works
eating cookies after cookies after cookies

i am a monster
i think when i don't love someone

filling their glasses
with eyeballs

who washed all these damn windows
i say, twirling around in my mini mansion

lets all dig a hole to hell
sing well well well well

i've got
kidneys to do the work i refuse to do

i've got
death to get away from you

more like i wrote a poem about greasing it
so i can push large objects with ease

but i haven't even started
to talk

sweet sand blasting
crumbly desert

i had to wrap a towel around the sink faucet
to make the water taste ok

well, well, well, well
i have never drowned before

but i'd like to try it
with an infinitely large glass of ice water

o! throat
o' o' o' o!

hover between my ass hole
and the things i say

forgive me for all the pinecones
i am about to swallow

doowutchyalike


harden the floor first
put lacquer on the soles of your feet
wash this naked
i am dusting
and mush you with others
thinks running through the sand on a beach
any beach
you're growing
hair
it makes you look so much
warmer
than skin

i am not

look up words

know

SOLVING

threw up a little in my shirt
when i smelled the stink
coming from the kitchen
started puking on the wood
floor and you tried to get me
to walk into the bathroom
but i was throwing up, man.

WHAT I AM BANNING


pump smack or i am drowning
loosen my teeth
call each a name
or naming a fence post
take a hammer
to remove all the barbed wire
so you can swim
man made lake
drive out into the field
calm down a flat ocean
say believe in me
at nothing
or there are moments
after you cum in your pants
that seem embarassing
when you tell them
the next day
but you keep telling everyone
as if it's a question
that only some one
or some thing
else
can answer

WHY DOES OUR BODY NEED BLOOD?

how high am i raising my hand to ask you
show how sharp my teeth are

swing

i had to wipe off the yellow from my lips
after eating all this chicken tikka korma

wonder about small universes
in the cells of your body like

i'm p. excited about Men In Black III
and i

want to know more
about the places i'll never go to

and so i am so sorry i axed you
or tried

to brush all the earth
away

WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?

i'm heavy
it takes me awhile to get out of water
gravity as the idea
that i am not floating
breathe
microscopic universes
poems coming out of nowhere
little voices singing about skin
crawling
turning sheet, imagining a white wall
this is not
death as a thing
my arms are waving at the sun
the pits are boiling over
glands swell
saliva becomes glue foam
does this remind you of anything
different
is not living
lazy
looking for a door in the ground
why a winged thing
won't dig
won't sing about magma
i am looking gross
then
my feathers change color
or wisdom becomes useful
and there is listening where there is sound
shouting
trees falling for no reason

LISTENING TO BROKEN RIBS FROM THE OTHER ROOM

i am singing
i get that i am nothing
but nothing is nothing is
so floaty
i cloud i hover i muffle
in shower i am a beautiful ice cube
in drying
stare at the mirror
youth hiding in fat rolls
where this hair came from
rub a towel
in between my legs

this new blogger template is a major drag since i cant update my browser on my work computer. might stop updating this blog and start a new one somewhere else. i can on

I SWALLOWED OXYGEN
i crack smiles
for you a teeth
beaming
make my internal
worlds colide
feedbacking
into endless arena
echo explaining
i detail what you are doing to me
without "heart flutters" i guess
i am enjoying this writing
ask me to kiss you
anywhere is
or i could just poem
for as long as i can live

sometimes i exploding
feel like
i sometimes throw up
where i am beaming
smile
shake my leg out stretch

ME

i wish there was a me that hung out with me and slapped me every time i said something mean

HOW TO GET RID OF A HICKEY


first you have to stir
as hard as possible
and put at least
all of your pants on
sit in the sun
for days
taking several pictures
of the surrounding fauna
and notes
on where your shadow points to
each day
as the earth tilts
then take a big handful of dirt
and rub it into the skin
until you become covered
then jump into a pool
preferably your neighbors
if they have one

MY JOB

i just talked to this guy from Maine

he told me never take a job like his

i talked to this other guy from Bangor
Maine

just before the other

i don't talk to many people from Maine

it makes me think of Murder She Wrote

and all the other
crime solving tv shows i used to watch

DIARY POEM
ok so,
i'm sorry it took so long to fly today
or get the getting
i'm so so sorry it took me this long to want to carry you
or be an adult or
i don't like my job i'm very sorry i am

look, i hate to say i hate to say i told you so
i guess theres more of me if you are interested
in picking through the pieces
but that's it
me

a rough sketch of my next 15 years
is almost a comedy
like i finally get a car
and drive it into a tree

and write a poem about it

REMORESELESS EATING MACHINES


i am tv shows i grew up watching

fake it

microwave pop corn takes as long as non microwaved popcorn

grinding

take the tooth and push it through a 99 cent value meal

junior bacon cheese burger

i am shaking in my boots

mouth i am sorry across the parking lot

lost keys

and how will we even get into doors

or forget about college

i already forgot about college

talk to yourself

about how young we can be

4:20


look at me i am chill
look at me i was alive this long
look at me i am talking about civil rights on a sports blog
look at me i am making divits in the green
look at me i am drinking too much tequila
look at me my heart is uncooked hamburger
look at me i painted birds on my skin
look at me i can eat the worlds largest human
look at me i am growing my own garden
look at me i have no idea how to rollerskate
look at me i know a thing or two about Nirvana (band)
look at me i grew my hair out with no care
look at me i am dreaming
look at me i can say things in a weird voice
look at me there is a live monkey on my shoulder
look at me i have a few more days to live
look at me i am in love with loving anything
look at me i am wearing this shirt i don't own
look at me i have popcorn smell all over my clothes
look at me i am naked
look at me my hands are holding fat stacks of cash
look at me i am broke
look at me i have sugar in many forms
look at me i am drinking a diet soda
look at me i have the key to the cool kids party
look at me i have a jacuzzi on my roof
look at me i grew a sweet mustache
look at me i am a photographer
look at me i am late for work
look at me i write poetry about myself and want you to read it
look at me i am the president
look at me i am not the president
look at me i believe something you don't
look at me i am a hug machine
look at me i wrote RIDE OR DIE on my chest with a marker
look at me i voted for the green party one time
look at me i keep up to date with the media
look at me i like 3D Tupac
look at me i don't like 3D Tupac
look at me standing in line for a bad movie
look at me i can ride a bike
look at me i have no cavities
look at me learning to floss
look at me running from the cops one time
look at me running from the cops again
look at me telling you about the weekend
look at me brushing my hair in a mirror
look at me making breakfast
look at me throwing up
look at me plucking my eyebrows and nose hair
look at me starting a fire in front of my face
look at me blushing
look at me i choose to be myself at all times
look at me buying shots for my friends
look at me wanting a dog
look at me joining online dating sites
look at me laughing
look at me going to a baseball game in May
look at me on my break at work
look at me i am birthday
look at me on the internet
look at me on youtube.com
look at me i have my name on a diploma
look at me i can grow a beard
look at me i am so sad sometimes
look at me i am hungry for my own life
look at me after i listen to a voicemail from my dad
look at me and how small i am
look at me and say my name
look at me when i am smiling
look at me through a window
look at me at a distance
look at me when you can't see me
look at me
look at me
me
me
me

LOOKING AT HOUSES

i can dig dirt for nothing
i mean money

mean work real hard at looking
like working

to cry you an am sorry
for being this old and unreasonable

it's a storm i'd like to blame
and wishing to save the me

body slowly deflates
of what an i owns is just air

a sack of me's and bile and heaving
the smell of a can't swim

eyes make for slow drowning
but what is said

as if a past something
is worth more than another nothing

THE AIR

if you say me i
will die

when
you hear fall

off the bone
my

favorite movie is the movie
i think

first to start thinking
have a great

weekend people say
a lot

or i will die because
something

is
shockingly wonderful

like i remember
breathing

and then the moon
and then the sun

then you
in that order

IT'S A BUSINESS

if the earth stopped spinning
i dunno,
but my heart feels floppy
w/ this gravity

sink in slop when i'm toxic
in bathtubs of booze
my hands turn blue
if i stop breathing on them

it's cold and i summer
to forget what i shake for
my sun, that i own
is a great grey walrus

MUSIC VIDEOS

let the dirt sleep

no tears

for anything besides a peg

lodged

the heart of always

is a muscle

forgot to garden

or eat all things without season

twilight of seeing

what i am is soil

packed by trampling hooves

with flowers reaching

out of a body i once knew

SUSPENDOERS

does this me just hold my pants up
by unbroken branches 'n mud cake
where birds lived before i spooked 'em

i trail around a bit counter wise
looking for a new universe
paint a picture in the dirt of dirt

my maps are all lost pieces of me
leavin' fur around the fence post
or some old tree i don't know well

i wouldn't shake ya know 'cept hands
or find stranger things than another person
myself i s'pose younger than i am now'days

looks like i might be travelin' for awhile though
as long as this rock keeps curvin'
and my feet remember what they're made for.

spoken with my speeding i hear
comes corner
flying fuck bird
with water gushing
from my hands like a dead drowner
bloated
oily
WALL--
of waxing air vent
energy to keep pumping my hips at darkness
open chute i'm gunning
can't hear
I AM GUMMING
the rear leather
roughhandled saddle sitter
i just made that
a work-out
or why can't we just therapy each other
with squirt guns filled with air
pressure
to sneak my fingers into a key hole
pushing all the skin off
so more dead fish
we eat the poor suckers
and their souls or anything
the vast emptiness of my sex void
losing a bodily battle to poison
weaken my goose fat tongue
brittle brain cube
clumsily dying in language speak
is why i languish
over my slowly decaying ability
to be able
without breaking
my tusks off in shallow
biting at rocks in anguish
and roar as my singing can be understood
as weeping at jokes you tell me
which are the same jokes being told all over the world
i am dying i
or have died many times but my memory
of what i am and my desire of what i can be
have locked me into this nothing
not growing
never moving lost sock in the dryer
the static is numbing
i can't hear you coming
but the light shines
and then it is dark
and this happens
forever

shaving off the bottoms of my feet
i am illiterate
with my left tree and right tree
wrapped around a small field
of grass that does not grow
in yard or turf
and i am sneezing
a cloud of bees is izz

YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ONE DAY

i am going to write
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ONE DAY
on the dry erase board in my bedroom
that i am renting

FORMING


everything
like i am kissing glass
to see the print of my lips

wonder who feels
my constant breathing

food
can only be eaten one time
i guess

nothing
and not like dying

there is still long hair
and not caring

shame
me
into being kind to you

or a book you are writing
about still dying
again

locked
into freedom
a sentence about starving

the wind is blowing

the wind is blowing

the wind is still blowing

BALD BIRD

decay coastal my land
mass looks loose frayed
my call my throat
hoarse cracked mud bed
listening or is not said
with all these trees
falling behind my head

feel the shout bubble out
foamy grin coat
i quiver
lipping the rim of ocean
salt pilar through my lungs
into the blood
or great wide open

MIRROR


i look at all the parts of me that are dying
i am ugly
i am vomit
i

GULF

dumb beast of lonliness

i am tired
of your lovely anger

the roar of empty spaces
pressed against my back

naked is my armor

where you are biting
perferate the map of my longing

i will take

waves from the moon is she
sleeping

around the same time
i am

HOW MANY JACUZZIS YOU GOT IN THAT B


bad boys II

is on tv

dramatic camera spinning around you for your whole life

millions of dollars looks like bath water

do you crush

it is a fist or a fistful

my mom is mixing tampaco with red kool aid

my dad is making rice in a skillet

my mom is leaving

my dad is going to die on his terms i guess

i like to hide in boxes

turn them into things

i am inside out

i am running my finger

over the mountain on this globe

bad boys II

is over

WHY CAN'T I

be amazing
be a waterfall
be jazz
etc.

WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOUR SMILE AT ME

it drains the dullness
fingertips on spine bumps
take this empty glass from me
put your prints
into my beard
leave you on me
for a long time
i want to feel your entire body
weighing me down

IT IS DARK AFTER 3 AM

don't wanna be a dip
shit
load the guilt or say why i love
loving nothing
or my grassy teeth chewing
this is a funny way to grind
cud isn't enough
to keep me a cattle boy
like to take my little time
for a drive
you could be
in the middle of nowhere
i'd still
or am standing
what i want is
just to never die
so i might get this living right
SOME DAY
hopefully i'll tell you to look me up
in a fucking phone book

BROKEN

stretch my chest over an earth
i am
milking the blood out
is just a nipple
my life being fed through a tube
you
like like me
like i scald my unmelted rib meat
meet me by the dug dirt
hidden beneath finger nails
it home
is hammering with the blunt of my foreskull
think car
rolls off the road
i always thought a ditch
would make a decent place

WHEN MY MOM ASKED ME WHAT I WOULD THINK IF SHE HAD AN AFFAIR

WHEN I DRINK A DIET COKE


every hole in my body is filled with holes
riddled by sunfire of a bullshit sungod
heaping heaps of nukes inside of me
through me
get the Hell away from me and me and me and me
it burns
it makes me feel badly
like i did something wrongish
getting born
out of this nothing zone to the less than nothing zone

FISH

i am not joking i am afraid
whole body buzz

spit flies and dead fruit
just tanning

all the animals
keep singing to me about a river

they want to swim down
but they can't swim

RAW MATERIAL


lovely body goes

eucalytus tree

bark long way from here

dog is

i am

seeing

drill holes in the skull

letters to wave

write i am you

several dead men again

a hand

what gives

when you shark or you don't

looks like the Earth

grinning

A VERY SHORT THING I WROTE FOR MYSELF

they let me speak
at my funeral

i was nervous

wrote a poem for the guy
said

look, i know what
you are
all thinking
but
give the guy
a break

DOES GET TIRED


great i know there's a rock in my shoe

but i'm almost home

change i guess

is jinglin

look in every direction

at the cow just bein cow

you heard

of the gold out west

or does my slow syrup get ya

liquor'dup

you see my coolness by boot hip

my shifting grass

how easy dancing can be

when you let it

well i'm just sittin i figure

there won't be much to learn

from being

just rock back n forth on the porch

til you fall asleep awhile

and maybe you wake up

who knows