We finally had our gathering of friends and family for Lora yesterday. We waited for her birthday which was last Wednesday. We gathered at our friends’ Kay and Matt’s and watched a film that Kay and Lora made a long time ago.
I posted a while back about waking up one morning to find Lora stripping from paint soaked clothes. I was turned on by her painted body, but she said, “Don’t touch me, I feel disgusting!” That was after they had been filming all morning.
From Kay and Matt’s we all went to
Dominic brought a guitar and sang a song.
Kay gave me a couple of books I made for Lora in 1980 for her birthday. Lora and I had the same sense of humor.
We loved to poke fun at pompous artists, although we would cringe when people wore buttons that said “Back to Mono” or “F&ck Art, Let’s Dance.” My response to that was, “F&ck Dance, Let’s F&ck!” It was the only thing I didn’t like about the Punk movement. It kinda felt like, “Let’s dumb it down a little!”
In response, Lora made a great flip book of photos of her called “Lora’s Peep Show. There was even an animated kiss. I posted some of those in my memorial post.
I’m going to post The Oddity here but I want to point out that it’s supposed to be funny. I used to make animated flip books and there’s one that runs through this. I’m assembling it and will put it on YouTube when it’s finished. I also found a bunch of my old 8mm movies in Steve Martin’s musty old, post flood basement. There’s stuff I did using Lora that I can’t wait to digitize. I’ll be posting that too.
I wrote a song called Conversations for her that’s at the end. I’m not posting that but Wax Theatricks is in the process of recording a CD and the song will finally be released. The band will probably be called V3.
THE ODDITY-An epic poem by Gomer-Translated from the Greek text by David Udell
Fill the hole you dirty beast
Injustice mocks and life has ceased
The carcass seethes in its breathless life
That fills the air with its deathless strife
And yet I live through cruel endeavors
To carve a slice, to go wherever
The nature of the game so clear
I live, I love, I die, I fear
I am and so are you
And so are you too
I’m here to tell you of the glory
The rules and politics of the story
The knowledge in our hearts so clear that often fogs with passing years
Time is our very own back yard
We play and fall and end up scarred
And when it’s time to come inside we often find a place to hide
We’ll hide inside our lonely minds and die alone and
Fill the hole you dirty beast
Of songs I’ve known I’ll often wonder
What the Hell tears me asunder
Could I say it in a verse?
Would you love me in reverse?
Can I see the world through you?
Would you even want me to?
Spills the beverage through my life
The need to bleed, to take the knife
And so our hero drifts ashore
His vessel useless without oars
His throat is parched, his eyes so red
As fevered thoughts burn through his head
Another island lost so far
No phone, no lights, no motorcar
Drifting in his fairytale silence
No people to fear, no fear of violence
He falls asleep exhausted
Aware of all the lives it’s cost to get him this far
Rain will wash away his sleep
He prays to God his soul to keep
It’s cold now and it’s getting dark
He slits his wrist for a lark
God if I’m not crazy now, take me to the sacred cow!
Take me from this comic Hell, splash me across the fiery well
Let me eat, that I may feed the cannibalistic patron’s need
And so from life to art he wanders
His lucid dreams and schemes he squanders
Frivolous though his plans had been they always kept him grinning
So travels thus our heroic friend until his life comes to an end
But suddenly amongst the rocks
A band of gypsies scorn and mock
He thinks them harmless so he stops
Amused because they look like cops
“I flirt with madness,” struck bold his claim
“but I wouldn’t mind a little fame!”
“Travel with us,” said their king.
“But first you must learn to sing.”
So his life took on new meaning although he had to do their cleaning
He became a figure in their small regime
And then he began to dream
He built an empire on their image
Had lawyers always in a scrimmage
Met a woman by a pier
All at once he shed this tear
Undaunted reached the conclusion
Vision is illusion
And so he pissed inside his clothes
“Who but me will ever know?”
1-2-3-for 5 years he dwelled there
without a hint of despair where
from the ground beneath his nose
a majestic volcano rose
propelling him through the air toward God
a bird flew by to nod
the adventures of life have just begun
as he flew toward the sun
I often look up and wonder
Does he look down at my blundering?