James Van Looy’s work
It’s All One Thing #66: Mirage
for Mirage Movement Theater In the winter the drifts blew around the building and the sun dazzled the snow on the storm windows while inside we lived in primordial swamp [...]
James Van Looy’s work
for Mirage Movement Theater In the winter the drifts blew around the building and the sun dazzled the snow on the storm windows while inside we lived in primordial swamp [...]
This Winter of decay and defeat and death stuck in middle age, crisis of dark age stuttering renascence, late renaissance always just beyond the horizon of this lowdown broken storm [...]
When I enter the crypt hall (like Saddam Hussein in his ‘spider’ hole) there is a real rat caught in a trash can. I immediately hear it skitter about on [...]
The first two colonies in Virginia and Massachusetts trickling onto the continent like Jekyll and Hyde twins one a bunch of rapscallions, crooks, and debtors the other religious fanatics seeking [...]
It turns out it all started with the 12 Days of Christmas the Twelve Lords a Leaping were really basic belief in the Catholic Apostolic Creed and here we are stuck [...]
What can you do but whistle “we are climbing Jacob’s ladder” as you are borne automatically up from the urine and feces smell alcove of the Park Street subway, the long [...]
“Some of the respectable types in modern America may find themselves in the lowest circles of Dante’s hell. He regarded sins of fraud as worse than sins of violence because [...]
We, people my age, know how fast it’s all changing. When I was born there had been about zero cars built since shortly after the sneak attack surprise! Pearl Harbor. [...]
Sunday before Memorial Day the president flies to Afghanistan to speak to the troops about how they have been “defending our freedom” in this dusty, poor rocky region where something [...]
I ride my long lost Volks Wagon chariot down the great suburban highway to nowhere with my old dream buddy past the Marriott Motor Lodge. Youth again in the enemies’ [...]
We all feel it. At the meeting to plan to protest the evacuation of hundreds of Boston’s homeless Citizen’s because of the derelict bridge from Long Island the push was [...]
Now it is time to go on the Peace Path. It turns out the stone-age iceman of the Alps was actually murdered with his whole tool kit. Everyday another American [...]
I’m already bleeding before I even leave the door. As usual I’ve managed to cut that same place just under my right nostril which I always think I’ll be careful [...]
I never met the man. He’d been dead for years when I arrived on the scene he built out of the scrapped lives of the street people of Boston and [...]
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When we were kids, regularly, nature turned on herself in the radioactive glow of those nuclear family Mom and Pop times and grew into various stages of giganticism: giant ants, [...]
We all knew the Hippies were just next wave Of the Beats and the Beats were really Bohemians We’d read the Romantics in school you know And they claimed primitives [...]
I discovered the chronic persistence of gout just as I came across the description in the booklet biography of my great, great grand father’s great, great grandfather, Robert “king” Carter [...]
Just as the littlest one tells us she is fighting the Invisible Dragon on the apex of the playground arches my old poster from the 70’s has just been published [...]
For Jose Flores All this whole year of deaths the fall off the cliff to be swept off the edge into the sea, the litany of the departed the men [...]
Dedicated to Jacob David George who served three tours in Afghanistan and then became an anti-war activist who rode across America on his bike and wrote the song “Soldier’s Heart”. [...]
“It’s the bomb” they used to say although since the Global War on Terror this saying seems to have gone to the grave of too forward exclamations now that the [...]
To me they were always too large, too bare, too square, too spare two huge phalluses thrust into eyes of the sky looming over that intricate city scape like barbarous [...]
Every about what they call Labor Day, but which is really the end of Summer and the beginning of another mindless school year with too many idiotic tests and not [...]
It all started when I gave my son some old Green Arrow/ Green Lantern comic books to sell which we figured could be worth hundreds of dollars. They were from [...]