Despite the darkness, you can see all the walls and all the people are shades of ash grey. Winged people or perhaps demons fly through the air. Others scale the walls. The ceiling, several stories high, caps a vast concert hall. You’ve been here before, but not for many years. You once saw your favorite band here. The only light comes from black lights.
The concert turns out to be political speeches. You accept a mission to go down front to the stage and get a recorded interview and close-up pictures of the speakers. Among them is Barack Obama with suits and security everywhere. You have no trouble getting close to the stage because you know someone up there.
You travel a maze of hallways lit like daytime in schools and offices. You end up on a ship and decide to take a voyage on a strange craft. It consists of a metal dome atop a floating rubber ring. It will be a difficult and solitary journey to get back to land.
You lose control of the vessel and lose all outside communication. The vessel is sturdy and seaworthy, but do you even know where you are? Will you have enough food? If you get lost, how will anyone find you?
After a great storm, you land on a beach. You stand outside your vessel, safe and sound. In the distance, a large metal warship floats below a plane in the sky. You think of your best friend. Isn’t he supposed to meet you here?
You look around and realize what a gorgeous day it is. The sun shines over a stunningly beautiful sea.
In the ruins of a city under siege, you produce a dimensional gateway. Everyone passes through it to escape to another city. You stand outside of a school in the pouring rain as daylight comes. People pass by carrying the wounded in stretchers.
You did it. You saved them all.
Magpie in Flight
Light and shadow create complex shapes on the bold feathers of a magpie in flight in this black and white drawing created with Micron 05 fine point pen, calligraphy pen, and Sharpie marker.
8×10 aspect ratio, from a high-resolution (300 dpi) scan.
Chad takes you to Tim’s house. You don’t know Tim, but Chad says he’s going to kill him. The house is empty on the first floor. In the kitchen, you watch as Chad loads a rifle and walks up the stairs to Tim’s room.
When he comes back, you both leave the house and go for a long journey through rivers and forests. The landscape is unknown but familiar. Have you been here before? You find two vehicles and take them separately to Tim’s house again. Why does Chad think this is a good idea?
You get there first and busy yourself wiping down the entire kitchen to erase any fingerprints. You know when the cops find Tim’s body, they will be looking for evidence. You wipe the countertops. You wipe the cupboards.
Tim’s family comes home and finds you cleaning. The people are his mother, perhaps, and his grandmother. You calmly introduce yourself as a friend of Chad’s who is, you say, on his way to visit their son. “What’s your son’s name?” you ask, as if you don’t know.
“Tim,” says one of the ladies.
“Right! Tim.” You talk to them for a little while, all the while growing increasingly concerned you will be the prime suspect when they find Tim’s dead body upstairs. But they never go up the stairs. Finally, Chad shows up acting like nothing happened, and you leave.
Your painting van is outside, but Chad has installed a sophisticated surveillance system inside it. You can see inside the house and monitor all the activity. You can even see into the basement. You can see everything in the house.
It is winter.
Arwulf and the Sonnenlicht Project is a limited edition double disc set uniting spoken word from Ann Arbor performance artist, poet, columnist, and DJ Arwulf Arwulf with ambient musical improvisations in a free jazz vein. The album is entitled Reproductive Rights for All Women, and Arwulf is as frank with his cultural criticisms as he is sincere in his reverence for nature, music and the arts, and people who have inspired him.
Some of the members of the musical cast were in a local band called Transmission at the time of this recording, a very groovy but avant garde mix of progressive fusion and danceable beats. They appealed to the young collegiate crowd in Ann Arbor, a vast amalgamation of hipsters, hippies, rockers, nerds, jocks, party animals, and music lovers willing to cast genre to the wind in the pursuit of sonic ecstasy. The mid to late 1990s were a very awesome time to be living in Ann Arbor, and this disc is a fond reminder of those days.
You have a ground-level apartment and a dog to take care of. It seems like too much to handle, this dog, and you don’t want to do it. Then you remember you took care of her before, and everything is ok.
Your girlfriend comes over. You have two beds. The second one is too small, so you put both of the beds together: just right.
You go get a job. Shortly, you get a call from one of the guys at work. He has season tickets for the Cardinals and wants you to take them off his hands. The two of you have a great chat as you talk about this new job. You are laughing at how easy it is, and how it’s totally cool to talk right now—and the phone is ripped out of your hands.
You are fired on the spot. “You are taking a personal call and telling them how dead it is right now!” they say. But there is something they are not telling you. You suspect you are being fired for daring to enjoy yourself and have fun. You suspect you are being fired for having no fear of being fired.
The manager pulls a bottle of red liquid out of your desk. Are they really firing you for having booze at work? It’s not even booze. It’s the red mix for margaritas. But they won’t listen.
You decide to go to their other office, a bar/restaurant in Tempe. Standing around in your bathrobe, you chat with two of the waitresses. They say you have dried semen on the back of your robe. You say, “So what?” and you all laugh about it.
Then you find the guys in charge, the guys behind your getting fired. They give you a ration of bullshit. But one of them turns out to be a girl you went to school with. You put your arm around her and call her your old school chum. You used to have a massive crush on her.
The two of you go outside to sit. She says, “Now they won’t have to call the cops to get you to leave. And, you know, I really wanted to talk to you about something.” She begins to bare her soul. Her eyes go misty. Looking at her face, you realize just how damned gorgeous she is.
You wake up with her face fresh in your mind seconds before the alarm goes off.