console

weird pants, always.
bought my mum & dad tickets to see ryan adams tonight. they’re probably getting out of the show right now. hope they’re smilin’

bought my mum & dad tickets to see ryan adams tonight. they’re probably getting out of the show right now. hope they’re smilin’

francesca woodman. RIP.

metallic blues

i’ve got ‘em

a hollowed diamond cave glance

casted upwards 

right now, at 34th and 5th

barbwire snagged

tinseled out 

and just totally stuck

forever



i wanted you, & i lost

                 ” turn back to the thing you remember doing with your whole heart “

                 ” turn back to the thing you remember doing with your whole heart “

 (fire)escape  - 1/5/2012

 (fire)escape  - 1/5/2012

* cancelled *”In respect for the wishes of the Chelsea Hotel TenantsAssociation I have canceled tonight’s performance. Mymotivation was solely to serve the tenants. If this servesthem better, than I am satisfied. ”HOTEL CHELSEA“My current involvement with the Hotel Chelsea began somemonths ago when I heard rumors that the hotel would beleveled. I was devastated and entered in a dialogue with thearchitect, through a mutual friend.He assured me this was not the case and every effort wouldbe made to save and restore the building, which was greatlydeteriorating. Having witnessed the demolition andredevelopment of much of our city I was at least hopefulthat the hotel would stand.Since then my few efforts on behalf of the Hotel have beenunofficial and uncompensated.My dialogue has continued with the architect. My personalobjectives have always been:— To offer uncompensated advice as to the aestheticsof the renovation project.— To council all concerned to develop positivecommunication with the tenants.— To be available in the future, without fee, inparticipating in the development and preservation of theartistic cachet of the hotel.— To participate in the development of a possibleartists-in-residence program.“My small performance for the tenants was my own idea. Myhope is that we might have a nice evening and theopportunity to communicate directly.I am an independent person, not owned or directed by anyone.My allegiance is to the Hotel itself, and I have donenothing to tarnish it. It is very difficult for me toembrace change, but my great hope is to witness the HotelChelsea find a strong and positive place in the twenty-firstcentury.”

* cancelled *

In respect for the wishes of the Chelsea Hotel Tenants
Association I have canceled tonight’s performance. My
motivation was solely to serve the tenants. If this serves
them better, than I am satisfied. ”



HOTEL CHELSEA

“My current involvement with the Hotel Chelsea began some
months ago when I heard rumors that the hotel would be
leveled. I was devastated and entered in a dialogue with the
architect, through a mutual friend.

He assured me this was not the case and every effort would
be made to save and restore the building, which was greatly
deteriorating. Having witnessed the demolition and
redevelopment of much of our city I was at least hopeful
that the hotel would stand.

Since then my few efforts on behalf of the Hotel have been
unofficial and uncompensated.

My dialogue has continued with the architect. My personal
objectives have always been:

— To offer uncompensated advice as to the aesthetics
of the renovation project.

— To council all concerned to develop positive
communication with the tenants.

— To be available in the future, without fee, in
participating in the development and preservation of the
artistic cachet of the hotel.

— To participate in the development of a possible
artists-in-residence program.

“My small performance for the tenants was my own idea. My
hope is that we might have a nice evening and the
opportunity to communicate directly.

I am an independent person, not owned or directed by anyone.
My allegiance is to the Hotel itself, and I have done
nothing to tarnish it. It is very difficult for me to
embrace change, but my great hope is to witness the Hotel
Chelsea find a strong and positive place in the twenty-first
century.”

I love you…hope you don’t mind.

cashville:

That coat

ruined my eyes

forever past

gold flake revolving smiles

thick

and branched out

wide enough

to envelop me completely

impounding

a sense of survival

in

relentless

stop watch contracts

dotted with kiss

and crossed by smirk.


By Will Hoffman 

thinkin’ bout ya

thinkin’ bout ya

cashdollar

 

Hardly ever talk on here these days. Not much to say, except I’ve just been out there livin’ & enjoyin’ I guess. However, I’d like to take a little moment here to say to/for myself that I am looking so forward to going home for Christmas, albeit just for a few days. It’s not even the holiday for me (is it really even December 21st? my word, does time fly) - this is the first time since I’ve moved to this place that I have felt a real desire to get out, which honestly surprises me… Life here, not just my own but in general, has been consuming. Enthralling, really, like a great episode of Seinfeld that never ends & that you never want to stop watching (isn’t that always?). An endless adventure, a beautiful story, blahblahblah. But I’ve missed home & my family & friends, that is certain, and that quiet & stillness outside at night. Falling asleep to the sounds of television playing from the other room & my dad’s oddball comments. God damn, it’s going to be so strange to drive my car again, down those wide open roads & through those vast rolling hills. And god damn it’s going to be so good to see those faces again - my mothers when we first see each other & her incredibly goofy laugh. Smothering my niece & nephews in hugs & kisses. Revisiting all my old haunts. Smelling the earthiness of that whole place. Wow, do I miss the summertime there. Just to take it all in, really - what has shaped me into this life that I lead now. I am so grateful. And in the middle of it all, I know it will hit me in a sudden whirlwind or like a punch to the gut - I’ll miss New York so bad that it hurts & will inevitably feel like I’m missing out on something, but it’s all part of the deal, and I’ll just laugh during that night time cab ride right back into her belly. But holy shit am I ever going to enjoy this trip and take it real easy probably getting whiskey-bent, watching You’ve Got Mail because it’s great & I don’t care & bringing back as much Mingua beef jerky as my backpack will allow. Some of you may not get this reference, but it’s totally Skyline time ya’ll. 

Hardly ever talk on here these days. Not much to say, except I’ve just been out there livin’ & enjoyin’ I guess. However, I’d like to take a little moment here to say to/for myself that I am looking so forward to going home for Christmas, albeit just for a few days. It’s not even the holiday for me (is it really even December 21st? my word, does time fly) - this is the first time since I’ve moved to this place that I have felt a real desire to get out, which honestly surprises me… Life here, not just my own but in general, has been consuming. Enthralling, really, like a great episode of Seinfeld that never ends & that you never want to stop watching (isn’t that always?). An endless adventure, a beautiful story, blahblahblah. But I’ve missed home & my family & friends, that is certain, and that quiet & stillness outside at night. Falling asleep to the sounds of television playing from the other room & my dad’s oddball comments. God damn, it’s going to be so strange to drive my car again, down those wide open roads & through those vast rolling hills. And god damn it’s going to be so good to see those faces again - my mothers when we first see each other & her incredibly goofy laugh. Smothering my niece & nephews in hugs & kisses. Revisiting all my old haunts. Smelling the earthiness of that whole place. Wow, do I miss the summertime there. Just to take it all in, really - what has shaped me into this life that I lead now. I am so grateful. And in the middle of it all, I know it will hit me in a sudden whirlwind or like a punch to the gut - I’ll miss New York so bad that it hurts & will inevitably feel like I’m missing out on something, but it’s all part of the deal, and I’ll just laugh during that night time cab ride right back into her belly. But holy shit am I ever going to enjoy this trip and take it real easy probably getting whiskey-bent, watching You’ve Got Mail because it’s great & I don’t care & bringing back as much Mingua beef jerky as my backpack will allow. Some of you may not get this reference, but it’s totally Skyline time ya’ll. 

this is about 4% of my downstairs neighbors apartment. unreal stuff.