Raven in Green again..

nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME

--Wurdz by Otep Shamaya

Metal sculpture and buff--ness.
November 22, 2002 11:04 a.m.

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Have I mentioned (at least before the previous entry) that I'm taking metal sculpture this semster? Well I am. And it's going pretty well. I am very surprised. My goal for the class was not to kill myself in the process ...and some how I am constructing not only one of the better pieces in the class, but also one of the biggest. It's incredibly funny. My first time working in metal sculpture and of course I have to do a very large scale, freaking heavy, diptic piece. In short it is an abstracted castle. The Central piece is very gate like and it is flanked by what seem to be towers with flags on the top. These are welded to poles which go into a base and rotate.

The piece came about simply by going to the scrap yard. A new truck load of metal arrived while we were there, so I got to rummage though things that hadn't been seen before. Because the metal in the truck had come from the same place, it was very very similar in cut and color. The metal had a sort of a pink color to it, and had very elegantly geometric cut outs and patterns. It was almost like someone had taken one of my drawings, cut it up and turned it into metal. The pieces were absolutely perfect and I spent a large amount of time digging out as much as I could. I was so turned on by the whole process that after I had loaded it all into a truck or 2, I was joking that I needed a cigarette.

Then in the days that followed before I started building anything I was just so excited about it, at one point I bought C out to the studio to show her my big pile of beautiful metal. ...In retrospect, I doubt she saw anything signficant in them, I don't think anyone else did, but once I arranged the pieces (I have not cut anything pieces from sheet, the entire piece is made from found object) I think people started to see it, and then once I got the gate up and standing people are especially impressed by it.

But the point of this entry is not to brag about and decribe my new piece of art, but rather to be rather vain. See, all semester I have being lifting ridiculous amounts of freaking heavy metal! Of course, I haven't been doing all the lifting. I've had help from the over head chain hoist system and help from big strong boys (B, the Ceramic boy, and the Plum bob boy (another ceramic grad)). ...But I have in fact been doing alot great deal of lifting and what not, and therefore my arms have gotten incredibly buff! I just can't get over it. I just can't help but touch myself (~wink~) I just keep flexing my arms and feeling the muscle, the whole time smiling about how buff I feel.

So I signed up for sculpture next semster. I had been debating for some time if I would take ceramics or sculpture. The idea of maintaining my buff--ness was the deciding factor.

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