Anonymous Alcohol Licks Architecture.

Ok Almost 5 years with out a stiff drink.  Do prescriptions count? Art drugs are my personal remedy. The sound the color the language the theater of imagination and experience is how I travel. My mind and my brain and computers talk to the spirits. Even Timberwolves and vicious Moose (Bullwinkle) are TV stars here in the North Star icebox. I'm primarily an adapted to hot and frozen concrete but nature is always close here in Minnesota. Above the freezing temperature of mni or H2O at last relief. 

The great thing about beer cans is that they are easily smeltable and castable into new products. It has been awhile since I have poured molten aluminum into a sand mold and created a new object. I learned the technique first in junior high, so I am perfectly comfortable with making something custom. A pax signal or a sharp letter opener for the Louve letter I will dispatch to the pertinent individual. I'm thinking art needs to be smuggled in art. The songs sung on top of the mother of the universe with the last oxygen depleted breath, on top of the world everrested all the way down into the golden valley. I know the bugs and insects there in the unholy basement, the cobwebs intact for an eternity that never catch anything because the dead were too tired to climb into the dank cold humid cobwebs. I sometimes slept on the floor and kept my pipe hidden in the ceiling.

It is strange being soberish. I know the simple formula for OH but I don't experiment with a one gallon carboy and a balloon much anymore. Prohibition was a violent fiasco and I only worked with Horus and Don on rare occasions. Capone. The things we would find in old houses tearing out the crumbling plaster and lathe to prepare for drywall. I've hidden things in walls too. An artwork on occasion or the thousands of bent rusty tetanus carriers I would flick into the cavity as I worked. Thankfully I was a dirtball who cleaned up well with an attractive one. I love old houses but if I ever needed a place to dry vin glasses it would definitely be something more modern like an Aalto or Wright influenced construction. 

Scott Helmes was an architect friend of mine. I would often visit his art studio in NE Minneapolis after he retired from his practice. We would exchange asemic artworks and visual poetry. He often created asemic haiku. We would sometimes get a coffee and lunch at Diamond's. Scott was my local connection to the experienced generation of visual poets who preceded my fulcrum.

Here's Magazine:

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