Saturday, January 11, 2014
"Find your Star on your walk of life by Richard Schemmerer
Winners and losers walk next to eachother on our streets.
It's the suit that makes the man goes an old wifes tale
but I say its the heart that makes you-man
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Califunia: "Lamentations on a theme" by Richard Schemmerer
What does it mean to lament to dwell in an artistic sense. Does it mean that one repeats him self by scavenging through ones own trove of ideas or appropriates existing imagery and tries them on for fit to get a fresh perspective.
What ever the motivation a lamentation is also a contemplation of what works and what doesn't. It usually leads to a decision which leads to the change of ones own ways either to follow a prefabricated path or a newly envisioned one.
In this case I worked with the ancient traditional Japanese Hannya mask used in Noh Theater performances and indulged in a reinterpretation at first sticking very closely to the traditional image and then allowing for divergence from the original to create something totally new.
The cycle of life can only continue when the old gives way to the new becomes literally one with it through lamentation and absorption.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
remnants of my life keep resurfacing like
little bits of undigested emotional vomit
cruising my mind is like a vacation on
an extreme house boat that lost its mooring
in an imperfect storm of unfulfilled expectations
and the pipe dreams that started to explode like
pipe bombs instead of rescuing my hope
from drowning in the messy aftermaths of every
other dreamers wishful thinking binge
my days are like ghost adventures with me being the ghost
bingo goes the high roller left on the crab table
I didn't get an invitation to the last supper
instead I was denied access to my own personal hell
I shot my fire power in a cheap Turkish bath
sucking my own stale breath like a slave
to the world that was saved to me on a wooden spoon
instead of happy meal I thought I deserved to get
I am curled up in my own glory hole with nobody
around but me to blow myself blow my last load
while I fantasize about Bora Bora and Shambala