Magazine cover for One Imperative

Hey there, so the online magazine (One Imperative) for which I did the cover illustration some time ago is finally out! It’s a good read, seriously. The one I got to contribute to is the 3rd issue, Philia, along side dear old Stick (yanyun) from Stick and Balloon, who did the wonderfully sweet Squid illustration in the middle of that same issue.

You’ll get it here at this site: www.oneimperative.com

and the following’s a quick excerpt about the magazine, taken from the site itself:

“Each issue is hinged on a theme.

Once that has been decided, everyone is completely free to explore in whatever way they desire. Hence each piece, poem, painting, and design, is re-thinking of this theme.

You have but one imperative;”

Lexicon

I think of something to say, but before i can, I get bored of my own words. Many words of mine have dissolved into oblivion that way. There’s a thousand and one things wrong with the world, and a thousand and one things to comment, but we’ve  gone over them so many times that I get bored, so those words never see daylight either. My words, the ones that actually mean something, I often shove aside for words that mean nothing at all. Nothing-words like these. I sweep them under my tongue, and soon forget about their rotting corpses. It’s so much nicer to listen, so much more pleasant to just watch. and if my words do sneak out, they do so in a guise that even i do not recognize, because words that actually mean something never really die.

ambrosie

i slept between the moon man’s whiskers,

mouldy and meady as could be

tugging at his age,

rooting for a fish,

i dug as deep as he.

 

the rain child i called to arms

with fins and fists

in ale coloured bars

drink, drink,

drink with me

this silvery greed

i polished for thee.

the cloud strider

by evening he wanders through the folds of her golden dress,

long spindly legs stirring up eddies of flame as they wade..

mixing, churning

folding the sun, whisking the moon

gently as a child in a dream

I have no more words

these are the days and  years of forgetting,

of trying to put shadows into jars,

of turning old fruits into jam.

the first days of a new amnesia

where have all the words gone?

Donkey row

We have a donkey to kill, said Mrs Jones to Farmer Sam.

Kill it grill it fill it, said Farmer Sam to Mrs Jones,

flip it over, gut it right, not too thickly not to tight

Just so, Farmer Sam?

Not the bones, not the bow, keep the bow Mrs Jones

Your brother’s bow?

Your brother’s bow.

You have a donkey to kill, Farmer Sam, grill it right, keep it tight.

And burn your brother’s bow.

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on kittens and puppies

So

I found a dead girl in my closet one night who stopped breathing because it wasn’t original anymore.
So I gave her a hug.

More doodles from the last day

Charlene’s amazing car…you sort of never know what it’s capable of. We drove to Aarhus to see Jody play in Crystal Sky Butterfly, had a few drinks and slept in this car. Drove back to Viborg in the morning, and the donkey’s ass became a wonderful windshield wiper.

My last night in Viborg, sitting on Morten’s half built pirate ship drinking beers. It’s going to be the best beer barge ever!

So said a Czech lady who I met in Copenhagen while waiting for the bus to Prague. I really had no idea what she was talking about. I just smiled and nodded alot. 

Being a hobo at 5am in Prague, on a Thursday. The bus rolled in at 4.30am, I shivered my way to the Penzion that we last stayed at for the stop-mo puppet course, and crashed out on their sofa in the basement… until random people started smiling and greeting me on their way to breakfast.

some Czech guy sitting in a corner at the tea shop that sells teas that look like beers.