Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Woman's Day: The Buffalo Are Coming by Julianne Nilan Maxson




The Buffalo Are Coming

March 8, 1909
Woman's Day
I'm on strike
no more sweatshops
I'm trying to make some time for a breakdown
the world keeps interfering
friends
love hunger fear
despair

If Mary Cassatt had been poor
she would have become old age
stuck inside itself
drunk and handcuffed
dark costumes something caged

the buffalo are coming
they are armed
they are women

my angers arise from the womb
every morning for nine months
my father placed his hand on my mother's
swollen (with me) belly
and prayed, "Please God, make it a boy."

The buffalo are coming
they are armed
they are women

convince me
that abortion is killing something precious
and that war isn't
to avoid the violence in the air (palpable as an
abdominal tumor)
shall I defect? collaborate?
do penance? change my life?
shave my head?

finally sooner or later
we all meet in the last chance saloon

the buffalo are coming
they are armed
they are women

Julianne Nilan Maxson




Words by Julianne Nilan Maxson,
installation and photo by Phil Scalia.




Love,
S.A. & Lorraine.

Photo by Neal Taylor.




Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Lost Bums Read From The Hideous Bible, March 26th, The Window




The Lost Bums w/Josie Roth on viola (Fat & Fucked Up)
read from their new book The Hideous Bible



joining us on the show are
Henry Blake Mortensen (poetry)
Mason Summit (music)

March 26, 2017 @ 4pm
The Window
A.G. Geiger Fine Art Books
502 Chung King Court
Los Angeles, CA 90012

$10 admission includes beverages.
No one will be turned away for lack of funds.

The Window is co-produced by
Susan Hayden & Alexis Rhone Fancher


The Lost Bums (once upon a time in the late 1980s when they were The Lost Tribe): S.A. Griffin, Mike M Mollett, M. Lane Bruner & Doug Knott. Photo by Michael Dare





Love,
S.A.


Friday, March 3, 2017

Screening and Reading With Bob Branaman, March 12th ~ 6pm




Screening of Bob Branaman's Burn Karma Burn
plus readings by
Bob Branaman & S.A. Griffin
March 12, 2017 ~ 6-7pm

Karma International Gallery
The Golden Triangle Building, Suite 426
9615 Brighton Way
Beverly Hills, CA 90210


Don't let the postcard fool ya, this is for the opening, which is past. However, the show is now, never when, because when is like tomorrow, it never comes. So it is always, now. And now, watch this:

Tomorrow Never Comes, The King

Really pleased to be reading with pal 'o mine Bob Branaman, March 12th at the Karma International Gallery in Beverly Hills 90210. A part of the Beat Vortex crew from heart of America Kansas that migrated west to San Francisco, Big Sur, Los Angeles and Venice. Bob is an artist, poet and film maker. A lifelong friend of legendary poet and fellow Kansan Charles Plymell, Bob was part of the San Francisco renaissance, is a Rat Bastard, Fux, showed at the Batman Gallery, mentor, Big Sur hippie progenitor, responsible for creating what in some circles is considered the first graphic comic, has eyebrows that would be the envy of Dali's mustache, is the director and curator of Art at Beyond Baroque in Venice, a minister, a practicing Buddhist, proud grandfather and rapid Ronnie raconteur with some great stories to toss onto the platter.

Who The Hell Is Robert Ronnie Branaman? A short film about Rapid Ronnie by Guy Borges and Patrick Rosenkranz.


And me? I am a tall, bald guy perpetually looking for work, because that's what I do, look for work that looks back.  And work is nice work if you can get it, and you can get it if you fly. And how much work could a workman work if a workman could find work? Work it out, take two aspirations and call me a cab in the morning. I'm a a cab! Gotta fly now.

One of my favorite pieces by Bob, used this as the poster (and title) for Bob's Wanted art show at Beyond Baroque, March 2010.

March 12th is Jack The Forever K is for Kerouac's birthday, he would've been 95 this '17. Original Waiting For Jack poster by Bob Branaman. From November 2012 at Beyond Baroque, great show celebrating the eat in Beat. Being a proud bald man, I was of course channeling the work of City Lights Godfather of Lit Lawrence Ferlinghetti whose work made us all an offer we couldn't refuse.



Which way does your beard point, America?
See ya there.

Love,
S.A.




Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Protest Outside Senator Dianne Feinstein's Office In West Los Angeles



Calling Senator Feinstein!!

Gathered outside of Senator Dianne Feinstein's office, 11111 Santa Monica Blvd,. Suite 915, Los Angeles, CA 90025. Calling for a town hall meeting, 5th week in a row.



About 40-50 #ResistTrumpTuesdays professional protestors showed up with signs, voices and genuine concern for our democratic process. Been out front of Senator Feinstein's office for 5 weeks now hoping to get our California Senator to show up for a town hall meeting.

Comrade protestors... they already know who you are!

A well oiled Russian machine: Ivan, Moe & Hack, the Putin Boys.

Many there calling for an investigation into Resident Trump's Russian connection and to get Congress to reveal his taxes, among many other issues. Got lots of empathetic drivers honking their horns in unity and a few fellow citizens giving us the middle finger to suggest that we are all one.

The Good Shepherd, "Dogs Don't Drink Oil."

Fantastic graphics... really grabs ya! Told her about my American Carnage piece, went back to give her one and drop off a few for others.


Front...

Back...

Still have a few if anyone wants one of their very own. Glad to send you more than one so you can share them with others. Drop me an email and they're yours.



More professional protestors. Fastest growing sector of the American economy.


Love,
S.A.

All photos except the very last pic of pro protestors by S.A. Griffin.







Monday, January 16, 2017

The Hideous Bible and Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums


The Hideous Bible


S.A. Griffin's altered bible.

It all began in a cabin on the Lake of the Ozarks during the last week of May 2015. The Lost Tribe plus The Carma Bums, minus our late, great and dearly beloved electric brother Scott Wannberg, now, The Lost Bums. At the risk of killing one another, we four bad brothers; M. Lane Bruner, S.A. Griffin, Doug Knott and Mike M. Mollett, all decided to get together and art it up. 

Murderer's Row: Doug Knott, M. Lane Bruner, Mike M. Mollett, S.A. Griffin.

Michael Bruner created four books like the altered copy up top; all clean, yellow and empty except for random images that he had pasted into each. Our job, each of us, including Bruner, was to fill these books with random thoughts, words, poetry, etc. in response to the images we encountered in our books, what was going on around us at the time, or whatever resulted in the flashes of electricity that spark regardless.



Pages from S.A.'s altered bible.

Sitting on top of a table, the yellow book looked kind of like an old Gideon's Bible you'd find in some hotel room. Thus, our version, The Hideous Bible. Something that we too might contribute to the lost and found in some lonely hotel room where humans often find solace and religion in flickering televisions and hungry skin where insects are martyred by the light.


The Hideous Bible!

The first part of the Hideous Bible is comprised of these four books by each member respectively with words in the order they spilled forth, unedited. The second part of the book, the Prophesies, were written in response to  this experience in the Ozarks after returning home. The third part, Lost Manifestoes, was created by deleting (or erasure, as some refer to it) two of Andre Breton's surrealist manifestoes.


A genuine pocket book full of streaming sermons for this New Gilded Age of Felonious Unreason. So get with it, drop the Gestalt and get with the assault! N
ow you too can get with the times and assault your intelligence by owning your very own copy of this strange little book. For $15 out the door, this can be yours! Amaze your friends and confuse your dog! Impress the cat who could care less about you or this book! Grok with Spock in secret Vulcanese which has nothing to do with this book or Robert Heinlein!! But if there's time enough for love, there's time enough to read. Back channel me (or if you know them, contact any of the guys) and I will be glad to lay one of these petite beauties on ya!

BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE!!!!



The other sweet child that came as a result of that art-a-thon in the Ozarks was this CD, 
Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums. Minted in an edition of 100, precious few left of these babies remain on our vast warehouse shelves. Recorded in Springfield, Missouri this CD is a document of The Bums laying down some classic Lost Tribe / Carma Bums material, some spontaneous stream stuff along with some good old artsy-fartsy dorking around. Hear Doug Knott soar glit-glit in canyons of bright thought! Hear Mike Mollett deride his empty chair and swear to never sit again! Hear Michael Bruner go wild with artistic abandon proclaiming the Ten Commandments of Love! Hear S.A. Griffin hesitate!


For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, "out the door", it simply means all costs including taxes, shipping, hidden fees, etc. What you want to say to the used car salesman or the person selling you a new stereo in order to avoid sticker shock, "But I thought..." Thinking. That other sin. It's what's for dinner. So go ye now, sin and let us consume freely. Let us be practiced sinners together as we agree to disagree, thus allowing all to sin freely according to their own free will and credit scores. But just so you know, Will's fine. Talked to him yesterday at Trader Joe's. But what about free? Free, free!! Set free free again!!! I will if you will, so will, Will. Offer not good in states of delusion, confusion or exclusion. Good everywhere else this merchandise is not sold or given away.



The Whistleblower

Love,
S.A.



Friday, January 13, 2017

2002 Cartoon Network Commercial Starring Iris Berry and Scott Wannberg!



CartoonNetwork_Plane from Risa Mickenberg on Vimeo.

2002 Cartoon Network commercial written and directed by Risa Mickenberg. Starring Los Angeles poets Iris Berry and Scott Wannberg. Enjoy!

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

My Cafe Bustelo clock



Picked this beauty up about 20 years ago, one of my truly favorite things. I was in a thrift store here in Los Angeles poking thru the shelves and saw this keeping time on the wall. I asked the guy working there if it was for sale. He said that he didn't think so, but he'd ask his father as it was his clock. I could see them talking to one another as the son pointed my way. He told me that his father was a Cuban immigrant from many years back and wanted to know why a non-Cuban like me would be interested in such a thing. I told him that Bustelo was my favorite bean and that I had been drinking it for many years. Pleased I suppose that it would be going to a real Bustelo coffee drinker, and a businessman at heart, the kind father offered it to me for $40 because the second hand had come off. I was thrilled and thanked him profusely. When I got it home and took a look at the second hand, the fix was easy, it simply needed to be reattached to the clock by screwing it back on.

My beautiful Bustelo clock has always kept perfect time. Never missing a beat it remains in the same great condition as it was the day I brought it home and has very little wear, only a few very small paint chips missing here and there, otherwise, it is in absolutely perfect shape. I expect that this wonderful time piece will continue to keep perfect pace with me until I check out and my Bustelo clock goes to the next.

Been searching for information on this beautiful clock for many years, but to no avail. And after countless late night internet searches I have not been able to find one single image. Recently contacted the Bustelo company and even they don't have archival information on it, must be one of the rarest clocks on Earth or planet Bustelo.

As you might be able to see, the piece is white plastic cased in a gold metal frame and is powered by an electric cord, no batteries in this one. The clock appears to be from the late 1950s or early 60s and measures at a little over two feet wide, slightly over a foot high and five and half inches deep.

If anyone out there has any information on the piece, please feel free to let me know. If anyone out there has another, that would be amazing, would love to see a pic of your Cafe Bustelo timepiece!





Cheers,
S.A.



Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Official Language of Yes by Scott Wannberg!!

The language has landed!!!
The Official Language of Yes
by Scott Wannberg

Cover photo by Henry Mortensen, layout and design by Michele Perez.

After more than three years of work, and almost four years to the day after Scott's passing comes this wonderful new book for and by Scott Wannberg. The Official Language of Yes from Perceval Press is an 8.5"x11" hardbound volume with over 300 pages; a big beautiful book for a big beautiful man chock full of Scott's words, wit, wisdom, spontaneous jazz riffs and full color reproductions of original art.

Back cover. Beautiful words for Scott by Dave Alvin.

This collection includes some previously published work culled from small press anthologies, broadsides, periodicals and chapbooks with small runs; many rare and years out of print. However, by no means is this a best of or collected as close 90 per cent has never been seen in print. The Official Language of Yes is a true labor of love on the part of all involved. Edited by S.A. Griffin, the book includes a prologue by Viggo Mortensen and introduction by Henry Mortensen. Unbelievably priced at $25, this baby is the poetry deal of a lifetime!





The official poet of yes!!