الأحد، 26 فبراير، 2012

Tajweed and the Best Day

I sang Tarteel. Soft and slowly...

I was fresh and new. We took turns in class reading Surahs, in the summer I had begun by doing a  small course in arabic language, learning how to write the letters, pronounce etc.

I got wonder-star.

Polly the musician listened in:

"You are singing in the Key of A!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lars Shalom!!!!!!!! You can SINGGGGGGGGGG!"

I could hit a C.

Mum cried when she thought we were last.

Pj Harvey- Good Fortune

Give up what you love. Falling away from Green.

Soul Colours: search through....

السبت، 25 فبراير، 2012

The 90 Yegs

"Can you help me? I can't be bothered. I think I've done it. 'It's' dead!"

I didn't reply to Emelbert, until I decided to listen to voices. They were being invaded by Satan. I had to Help. I grabbed my head, without moving, sat on the edge of the bed, and willed a nano-second prayer. Black woe, flowed around my head, I willed Satan away by feeling. I have done it before, it's easy, cry out a Love, and it screams, I pushed all the demons back into the Fire.

"We were in It, for 90 Yegs!!"

He couldn't press the fingers against the piano. He sighed and turned from it.

The Russian Jewish Painter


This morning I did two more, while waiting for a car to pick me up. Both of the window sill, and the view outside, one turned out to look like the blood-test centre, burnt sienna mixed with cobalt blue, which wandered into the palette, far too much like an NHS building, that I covered over it, with white and cadmium egg blue, an "easter-egg" centre, blue window sills with a catch of that yellow. Some grey too. The production line was cracking and I kept going.


I was painting under twenty minutes, including going to the bath to wash the cup and brushes...

Some were painted in my room at night-time.

They were meant to be an obvious mess.

I sought a Russian Jewish painter I couldn't remember, but which the phantom influenced every single piece.

He told me, to find, yellow tones in the window sills under the bad room light, or to water a ultramarine over the windows of the houses opposite which was also standing by an orange street-light, I missed it and mixed a green-blue.

I ran messy brushstrokes in seconds, over the outlines.
The detailed ones were thrown forward by Matisse, but I kept the Naive, prime, going. The Russian _Jewish painter had never had a bad day, the window's plastic outline had to be bold orange.There wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Some, like the edge of the bed, needed, an impressionist contrast and LOTS of detail (like the future 60's model-sister in the Nerina Pallot, Put Your Hands Up, skirt) , so Matisse savoured the prospects, and the primeval kept going.

The boobs have to be shortened.

The straight outlines, in black, that mask and curve and complete each picture, dipped and swerved, and likely "Swore!" The f*** up the whole picture so the Russian, said:

"Leave that for them to ponder, let them hate the missing curves, SPIT! on the only thing that labels this...say, why? why? Why? over and over again, Laugh!!! Mock, the black line, shoving the rest of the art out of the way. I see the black outline 'Should' Be there...that is why I said; No. I didn't want them to win. I wanted you in a little-death. I laughed, when you forgot to complete them....don't worry!!! You can't help it!!"

I ran to the art cinema, near Brick Lane, to sit alone, on mondays, on red velvet chairs, and small old screens...the hope gave two pictures in one afternoon.

"All possible skies...drop it...all distinct mixes and no clouds..."

All the different times.
The RJ painter, grabbed the canvas in his thick hairy hands and shook it. I made tea and half a cup of milk, over and over.

Children kissed the easter-egg building.

The light came on.

It was over.

My eye-sight had become worse than I ever realised.

I sold them clutching a knife and a swagger.

I dropped the french prostitute, and said loneliness can wait. I didn't want to, see, the film. There was too much time. The rj Painter and the kid next me to me, with the kid....he thought the show was wonderful, the cinema was a jewel, there was a drinks bar included. I wanted to skip down Brick Lane, all the cool.

A short back and sides. A little of the hair on top, long and greased over and down. leather lace-up shoes, no socks, very tight jeans, dark blue, wine red. jumpers over cord shirts. Top button clasped.


The boy's fashion.

I bashed against girls over hookah bars, soaked a kingsize under the rain washing through the noodle bar tent...took him into the jewellery shop, where odd old chairs fitted around vintage dirty tables, and got a con coffee, full of foam, only half a cup of milk to drink. Walked past a barber, at the edge of a vinyl shop, cutting a dark boys short back and sides. All in the same house.

"Friggin in the Riggin/Sex Pistols" 5.99 vinyl 45 rpm.
 Swastika on the shirt cover.


I prized the art-cinema...I thought of Joy. Throne of Blood, Citizen Kane...


I wanted to bite that I couldn't even level this experiment.

The eyes had faltered so badly.
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The RJ

Why do we hate?


I went for detail in the chair. I wanted to keep the Matisse to a side, save it all for the model, scale down the size of the breasts, when she walked in like that I hummed. Pink cushions, chihuahuas in outfits. Big boobs??

The painter just left me.

He was sitting right here, and I only wanted to know how to spell boobs...She will be like the prettier 1960's version of an Elizabethan Royal, standing proud and tall in pinks and turquoise details for cushions...


The german girl twirled ink pens around outlines, swiggling over outlines, all in a masculine, schizophrenic boys manner, and I stood close to the table, in glasses, and still couldnt see closer, until I got a foot away.

"Perhaps normal people see that way too...."

The German Way:

Their fashion. I've seen it in two girls and a couple. Is; Blazers, school blazers, dark blue and green tartan. Naked legs with boots at the end. 


Grunge, is: Pas-Toi...


There are rare, dreadlocked people, in neon bracelets, things hanging off their hemp-made clothing.


Because: It is winter, now.


The RJ Painter, flew out of my stomach here, moments ago, vomiting, he has just disappeared into the floor....

Why do we hate?

Rasta's...showy crusties...there are matted long-haired men...the homeless ones, one-armed Jim, gets on the train, jumping off the stops where there are no workers or ticket tolls, just those computer touchers for magic cards, I have a free rail pass, and a free-house.


"20p please, folks..."


I give him one pound.



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I want to give up, this art now.


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No-one but me, thought it was wise. I look like a strange loser. It was too naive. Do I have sight a manifesto??


The russian has grown black legs. There's not an ache of religion in him.


I vont get, get, get!


"THEY GET ME!!"


chew on a piece of cold pasta. Ask. Touch a mix of freezing salmon.


Oh, kiss. Kiss, then.

Naive Art

 The 'primary incentive' for creating these pictures was to be a mess, was to paint the window and the windows view of the sky and the houses outside...in a half-light, half-darkness, and to paint quickly, see-ing what colours I could find if i randomly mixed buff titanium with cobalt blue and cadmium yellow.


The one with pretty colours with which i haven't finished, is of part of my bed and the window, this one had more detail, more hhhhhm, and will take alot longer to do, the colours were found to have purple-pink, and a nice turquoise for the shape of the mattress, which i found by accident, which weren't what could obviously be seen, then zoom this up, and stick a female model, standing beside a chair, dressed in floaty vintage beige skirt and pink top, to match the walls, scale her thinner, added a 1960's 'pop Look.' A big canvas...




الجمعة، 17 فبراير، 2012

The Hasid Problem

I've started being dressed mad. Like, they need help.

I've got about enough weddings planned for me, to last week, cutting off the weekend.

I only came , to,  help.

Now, I'm being dressed madly, when I look down at my feet, the "beautiful jewish" white socks appear on my feet, black...shoes.

I'm wondering through the train stations,

and I'm donned,

a big square furry hat on my head.

I only wanted to help, I didn't reaslise the whole Hassidim (jewish) check, would stop me.

And give me five girl-brides.

I tap-dance through the room; pretend:

hopping; "I'm King rabbi!!"

I had work for Emelbert, and I had work, with

Rav Abraham.

"Like...the BIG rabbi....the first one, yeah!"

الأحد، 12 فبراير، 2012

Mellow Yellow

new colour scenes:

Orange; Good Intellect (all God colours have little sparkly stars inside them, the colour of soul and emotion is spoken it fills rooms like waves....)

There are new colours. Now. Some colours are Evil, they have a distinct Matt colouring, dull and flat...

There are about three Black colours, one is Justified (or not) Hate...one is absolute Sorrow. these colours must be hard to distinguish for some eyes. Then there are the liar colours. The flat, dull jungle greens...(Jungle Green = War-like)


Then there is the most amazing magic.

Church for Kids. My friend teaches...we sit at a table with dr. peppers and crayons, and create. We have to write a specific message to God. Or, not. Some black guy starts talking about King David. I'm reading the local paper, while my friend, works the projector. They are all on computers now.

"He was known as a rough and ready man."

"Yet....he played the harp..."

Because, I'm nodding and groaning and reading the paper, "Lyre...." there is a column about the holocaust visits, I can read it without worrying, I see a list of people, no one I know...The Baptist's painting is on the floor, it's like an ugly moth in muddy red and blue and green, with the word H.E.L.P in red....My picture is an invention of a type of turtle, with a beak, and big round scales, and little legs...my kid sister frowns. I say:

"I want something Happy. Let's make a colour..."

Suddenly a long wave of the brightest Cadmium Yellow, flows up over the table and spins...

"OH GOD!! WE'RE HIM!!!"

Kid sister, says:

"Lou, this is smax, you said, the holocaust is shit...(because I'm reading trouble/ hence 'in shit') .and he ain't rough and ready, they're ready for bed...(because I have many women...and he is supposed to have too) and. "Yellow is amazing...you know this!""

"If he is an hermaphrodite he will have angels, like a jewish, I like jewish, he will King women, not the 'losest' /loser, he will fly a light like Gentle. He will let them weep, he played the harp like gentle...he is small like a girl, he is fair, he says: Mariam hath....Scorn!...they are no men in light, Angels are Divine, we are Holy Light....I will fly "light" Divine, like a little boy in light....the essence of David was slow. The slap he held was stink...the seat!! Not a rough 'n ready! A seat!!....

He sat on walls and played Harp!! ..(.lyre....lyre...)..his small is angel, he is ghoul, he's sure you're wrong. You take a 'bit' and bring peace. Cool. Let's love another...let's cruel...no more ready...I'm fool...David was a girl-boy and you're fool..."

The black guy is on video rapping, or...."massing" (messiah talk/mass)

"My bones are crushed...."

"Oh. God. look at the fool. Quite good. Kid? Do you see that Yellow colour?? That colour was Satan!!!! And now we have a mirror!!! Bright Yellow is Happiness!! I'm so Happy!!!

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New Colours:

Turquoise: Blessed at Birth/Re-Born

Yellow: Delight, High happy

Red; Anger, Dull Red ( a tendency to swear and curse) Strawberry red: Cool and liberal. Blood-red: Wise/lived and learned and felt and fell. .

Dark Blue: Holy.

Purple: Even Holier, and mixed with Blue. Purpley-Pink: Gay-Girl.

Bright Blue: Funny

Light, sky blue: nice. happy.

Light pink; nice, happy.

Bright Pink: High, at a Party.

Orange: Extremely Clever.

Light Grey (with stars) Reasonable, yet liberal, sensible, sees ways out.

Dark Green: True Love.

Vanilla, the feeling of touch, plus Mocha Chocolate...

Lime Green: sex.

Lemon Yellow; Full of Worship.

White: (just white) Good.

a weird green white: "Divine."

Neon monsters, in green, blue and pink...high emotion.

Soul Colours

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New Colours:

Turquoise: Blessed at Birth/Re-Born

Yellow: Delight, High happy

Red; Anger, Dull Red ( a tendency to swear and curse) Strawberry red: Cool and liberal. Blood-red: Wise/lived and learned and felt and fell. .

Dark Blue: Holy.

Purple: Even Holier, and mixed with Blue. Purpley-Pink: Gay-Girl.

Bright Blue: Funny

Light, sky blue: nice. happy.

Light pink; nice, happy.

Bright Pink: High, at a Party.

Orange: Extremely Clever.

Light Grey (with stars) Reasonable, yet liberal, sensible, sees ways out.

Dark Green: True Love.

Vanilla, the feeling of touch, plus Mocha Chocolate...

Lime Green: sex.

Lemon Yellow; Full of Worship.

White: (just white) Good.

a weird green white: "Divine."

Neon monsters, in green, blue and pink...high emotion.