Bo's Request (an Art Thread)

[pan]

Been writing cover letters for job applications (two submitted yesterday). More of a movement artist than a wordsmith but, to get things started, here is something I wrote for Migrant, my section in Train.

Where is home?

Moved twelve times in the last 16 years. The transient in transit. Pierce Transit runs through it. Before I came here I was in Rush Limbaugh’s home town before I was surrounded by corn fed Norwegian bred Lutherans singing praise in perfect four part harmony to that Home on the Plain before I’m taken Home – Praise Jesus. I grew up in Iowa, Little Town on the Prairie an island afloat in the ocean of corn. Lived in SoCal, in the Desert where golf and plastic surgery reigns, might have the grit to stay in rainy Tacoma, but, I always say I’m from San Francisco - though I rarely visit anymore.

Home, where is home?

Home is where you are. Correction, home is where you and the two cats are.

What is home? That safe place. That place with love. I love that old car, it always brought me home. The ’75 Westphalia could be home. Or rather, the place that used to be home. Too old, too unreliable to be trusted anymore. Baling wire and duct tape. Just like the U-Haul I drive to the next place, hoping for home.

Searching for home. Migrants with heavy furniture. U-haul. Our orange travois with wheels keeps getting bigger. Full of stuff. Heavy Stuff. Stuff that anchors us. To a home of nostalgia. Anchors to a home that never really existed. That place. This is the place! Well bully for you Brigham Young. Bring ‘em young. Not young anymore, with more stuff each move to stuff in the moving van and every move leaves behind anchors that are mourned in passing.

A house burns down and the anchors are cremated and the past has passed on.

The bubble is burst. The house is on the market. The anchor is weighed. The trees we planted are left behind. Do the new owners love that Japanese Maple we planted as our 10th anniversary gift to our dream of home? Have they maintained the landscaping? Have any of the plants, the dreams, the love we planted been cared for in our absence? Or have they been torn up by the roots to make room for the next owners’ dream of home?

Where are the anchors? Is there a home port? Adrift. Without a home. Drift wood is picked up for beach fires to warm the beach rats without a home. Their shacks have been bulldozed like West Bank ancestral olive groves to make room for more condos and home-loving dreamers blowing a bubble. Pop!

[pan]

What I did on my summer vacation (among other things)

 

 

This is shot on the location of the place we are staying at.

[BO]

You scopatore! That's great!

 

I'm having one of those...I wish I had done that moments. Now, I have to go shoot myself.

[littleoldme]

That was cool Pan!

[pan]

My Italian Adventure

[BO]

Totally mezzed by that last video. What a marvelous place. And yeah, I'd totally become catholic if I could live there.

Diversity? Fuck that. We need indigenous cultures. We need familia.

Thanks for sharing, Paul. BTW, you may have a couple of crickets living in your camera.

 

;-)

[BO]

BTW, Been reading a book about Michelangilo. I now have this obsession about getting to Italy. I think Rome, Florence and Milan are the only places I must see before I die.

[littleoldme]

I completely understand.

\I, on the other hand, wish to see Ireland, and possibly meet my mothers family.

[Cal]

Doing latin as a third language at school & a fascination with Leonardo da Vinci got me wanting to visit that part of the world - but somehow I never did get there ...yet.  Did you get to Pompeii Pan?  Hang of a lot of our western culture comes from the Romans - I think they were the first guys to build aquaducts to get running water in cities ... it's been a long time since I studied all that stuff so I might have it wrong ... but Romulus & Remus being raised by a wolf mom was probably the start of my relationship with dogs.

   

[pan]

We deliberately chose to not tour the country and, instead, stay rooted in the arts centre in the national park of Mt. Subasio about 8 km outside of Assisi.  Worked with a cultural group from Costa di Trex - a small village of about 150 - played tourist in Assisi churches , shopped (and ate a lot of gelato) in Santa Maria degli Anglie.  We flew out of Pisa so we spent two days there (the Leaning Tower is very trippy).  So, to be most accurate, we had an Umbrian adventure with just a taste of Tuscany.

[Cal]

Lovely to watch those videos - thanks!

 

[waldopaper]

HA BO- big Swede try to pass for eye-talian!  As dark Hessian dwarf, waldo fit right in!  nobody notice square head!  Don no if ach meine Gott tongue education works better than hurrrly-early swede, but would love to find out!  But hard for Nordsee Volk to look like Mittlemer Volk. 

Foothill brownies do da doo!  Amazing footage, pan!  Workin on that text-thumpin litany, and it breakin me brain! 

 

[BO]

Didn't ya ever have an Italian girlfriend, Waldosci? They love us blond Norskees as much as we love their dark hair, eyes and luscious booties. Opposites, you know. I loves Italian women. But don't let my wife know.