Posts Tagged ‘Outlaw’

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

todd moore | parker shot

…after an original illustration by Jean-Claude Claeys

parker shot

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

happy birthday bonnie & clyde

Clyde Barrow, born Clyde Chestnut Barrow, March 24, 1909(1909-03-24) Ellis County, Texas, died May 23, 1934 (aged 25) Bienville Parish, Louisiana. Bonnie Parker, born Bonnie Elizabeth Parker, October 1, 1910(1910-10-01) Rowena, Texas, died May 23, 1934 (aged 23) Bienville Parish, Louisiana.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

tony moffeit | outlaw

sometimes

you run across something that is on another level. something that seems to spring from a barren landscape. something that turns the world upside down. something that seems to be created out of the void. it’s the fire in the blood of the poet. it is total body in which the voice is searched out and found. a howl. a moan. a groan. a shout. a song. and even though the body may crumble it revives and is strong. from the voice. from the fire in the voice. from the fire in the song. and you find it is time to burn. it’s about an absolute obsession to reach a higher level of intensity in one’s art. at the same time there is an effortlessness, as if the artist were born for it, as if the artist were born to it. it is both obsessive passion and effortlessness. it’s about a newfound reality. it’s about reaching a new state of consciousness. it’s about being able to create a new energy.

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

todd moore | gary goude and that crushed rotting dawg

Every

significant poet is surrounded by a cluster of unyieldingly savage images which define both him and the age. Gary Goude is a compelling example. When I wrote the introduction to his first chapbook, A CRUSHED ROTTING DOG published by Fine Human Wreckage Press back in 1995, I was drawn to both the honesty and the violence of his work. The cover of DOG reveals a snapshot of Goude drinking from what looks like a bottle of vodka or possibly gin. He’s sitting on a white bench in front of a house window which sports the sign, Beware of Dog.

Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

tony moffeit | the outlaw revolution

to have a revolution

that is an outlaw revolution, you must start with zero. zero in the bones. you must start with a new language. a language of mumbles and screams. a language of stutters and howls. a language of gutteral groans. a language that is not alien to the blues. a language that is not alien to the backstreets. a language that is not alien to the abandon of marginality. a language that is not alien to the separateness of the outsider, the renegade. the wolf howls at midnight. to have a revolution that is an outlaw revolution, you must abandon everything to create the fire in the blood. to have a revolution that is an outlaw revolution, you must seek the flame, the blaze, the pure burn of the artist, the engaged, the disengaged. engagement through disengagement. to have a revolution that is an outlaw revolution, the revolution must be reinvented every day by the individual. i heard someone say, there is nothing new. the revolution that is an outlaw revolution says, everything is new. it begins with a fire in the blood. it begins with a fire in the brain. it begins with a fire in the marrow. zero in the bones becomes fire.

when you don’t feel