ken nack

the day you died i was probably off complaining about something as you were looking out the window watching the wind blow you away..

i remember the last time i saw you at your show, someone had abandoned you in your wheelchair at the entrance and i grabbed the reins and took you for a ride

i spent all the time i could listening, but you were all questions and i filmed you laughing and drinking, while your daughter kept diluting your white wine, but i secretly kept getting you a fresh glass

after all you probably knew what we didn't, that you only had 6 months left...

6 months i could have spent painting with you and laughing with you..now ill develop all my film and brad and i will photograph your studio

and i think i'll cry like i am now because of all the piles of things you had plans for

and what will become of them now will not be what they were intended for

and i know how it feels to lose your life, and your intentions, and your laughter

but if i do anything right in my life i hope i can share and honor your life and memory

and finish something i never intended to.

ken nack, what a guy...

goin nuts with videos...i need to write

bill callahan

peekaso

i know someone who knew someone...

ill miss ya ken.

i aint no redwood..

i wish i was like a tree

and with every year i became stronger and taller

rather than weaker, smaller, and fragile

any heavy gust sets me to my knees

and as the trees shed their skin

every layer of my heart becomes like paper

and dissolves into the sea

uprooting to go somewhere to be free

what a guy...

you will be missed...

http://www.kennackart.com

just u n me..

like certain deth

breakfast in bed

celestial seasonings

sounds oh so good

warm and tender

a sultry splendor

turns my world into

warm cotton sheets

and homemade jam

loving in an amber sea

made of you n me

salt and pepper

nothing sweeter...

milk

as i write

my letters become my bones

and my work becomes my skeleton

i used to write in ink

but now i write with calcium

milky white

and never seen

but i hear and feel them

like my old knees and my crooked spine

like a ladder to my mind

which has become an attic

flooding with milk

strengthening all the bones of this old house

i call my body

repetition...

if i could i would paint everything red

and then paint it blue

and over again all black

and hopefully it would fade to white

to start over again...

all over again

over and over

till nothing is left

exuma...

big man on campus

there was a tortoise who lived to be 152 years old

everyone shoulda treated him like a king

no tortoise rides just neck massages n mcdonalds lettuce wraps

n truck rides to vegas

with the wind in his face goin faster than ever before

pullin that semi horn with his lil turtle hands

all day, everyday.

i aint no eagle

my heart is filled with helium that takes me further away than iv ever been

it is filled with hope and gratitude and more love than it can contain

i lay with the breeze

i hug the trees

i am at ease

i stretch my wings but never want to leave

and keep digging my grave

a handful at a time

so no one has to deal with it when im gone

eventually i will just roll over

and cover the dirt to my ears and sleep...

most times..

i never have the key and the door is always locked from the inside..

today..

today i feel like i did on my 21st birthday..only 5 years older.

big badda boom!

we dont live here anymo...

carly n jack dont mix but she dont care.

gettin physical..

lifes a beatch..

fall