Thursday, July 30, 2009

JENGA! and Friends

"JENGA! and Friends," by Danny Lyons,

No Surprises [You Already Know The Ending]

You'll pull and you'll put.
Built high, fallen hard. JENGA!
That's a party game.

Monday, July 27, 2009

World of Burly

"Burly's Stuff 'N' Such," by Danny Lyons,


Doin' what He does,
Talkin' tubular webbing,
Zip-Lines of Sickness.

Up In The Northside Condo

Self Portrait, by Danny Lyons,


Accompanied by
Lichens, squirrel's nest, fire ants, gnats.
Climbing the big tree.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

RADIOHEAD Covers Joy Division and New Order


[With artists like these.]
Greatness covering greatness.
Brilliant sound-echoes.

Keeping sounds alive.
A new filter and output.
Inspired, kindred soul.

Banana Spider

"Banana Spider," by Danny Lyons,


Walked into the spider web.
Skin crawled a little.

Friday, July 24, 2009


salad fingers 5



Thursday, July 23, 2009

Tractor Tread


Transmits the power.
Thick angles, rubber patterns.
Endless renewal.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Future [And Beyond]


You're yearning for it:
The predictability.
It's the ultimate myth.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

[Upon Witnessing The] Wet Floor

"Self-Titled," by Danny Lyons,


yeah. thanks for showing.
where've ya been? whatcha doin?
[you don't give a shit]

Monday, July 20, 2009

Flaking Away

"Flaking Away," by Danny Lyons,



Sunday, July 19, 2009

Not As It Was

"Not As It Was," by Danny Lyons


Like a floating spot
In the eye, It wasn't there.
[Not the way you saw]

Not the way you felt.
It was simply never there.
[Not the way it was]

A mirage. Cruel illusion.

The trickster got you.
Hoaxer. Practical Joker.
[And you bet on it]

Bought, for a moment:
Conclusions from conjecture.
[You had it all wrong]

Like a floating spot,
Moving the more you watch it.
[A figment of you]

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Flight of the Conchords, "Business Time"

I submerged my ears
To hear The UnderWater.
Wouldn't make a sound.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Tractor Hub

"Tractor Hub," by Danny Lyons

Eight big bolts. Clamped down.
Wedge-compression. Rusty. Strong.
Would Seven have worked?

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Follow The Sun

"TV Sunflowers," by Danny Lyons, TELE.VISION SERIES

The intelligence
Of a flower that follows
The sun through the sky,

From morning to night,
Titillates and arouses

Golden-yellow fields
Echo, reflect, emulate.
Clouds dare not intrude.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hackberry Skin


Tree-bark barnacles.
Cork-nubbins. Mini-canyons.
Sublime, ugly knurls.

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Big Tree [Yet To Be Named]

"The Big Tree," Reddick, FL, by Danny Lyons via iPhone

It's not everyday that we get a shout-out from the BIGRINGCIRCUS. The I•P is an avid follower and blog-stalker of the BRC, in the interest of full disclosure. Make no mistake, Today's posting on the BRC essentially represents a full outing of what has been going on under the radar for a while now.

We are climbing trees in Reddick, Florida. Big trees.

A few of us got advanced copies of the aptly nicknamed manifesto. At first, we were slow to actualize our inner tree climber. But it only took a bit of manifesto-momentum that crescendoed to a critical mass. Soon, we were studying the Treeman's "Tree Climbing Basics" DVD and signing up for classes at Atlanta's Tree Climbers International School. A few of us are now certified tree climbers and have been proselytizing the word and deed of tree climbing ever since.

The sermon goes a lot like this:
"Wanna climb a tree today?" And if the answer is in the affirmative: "Follow me."

We're lucky to have strong climbers like The Mayor and BurlyMan (aka, Pa Ingalls by way of BRC), because they're beasts in the trees and they own big land and, well, big trees. Look at the beauty above. This is (at least) a 90 ft.-tall oak tree that we've grown to love and appreciate. Many of our friends will cut their tree-climbing teeth on this huge century oak.

The I•P welcomes Juancho into the world of trees. A way's back, he was kind enough to turn me onto rock climbing (The Gallery), canoeing (on the Yellowstone) and white water rafting, and hiking in the Paradise Valley area, by way of Bozeman, MT. And I certainly won't forget the kick-in-the-ass coffee he and his buddies were pouring at the local bean and brew after a hefty hookah session.

But really, the remaining question is, when will Juancho and friends finish the manifesto, put in their gear order to New Tribe, SherrillTree or Wesspur and come down to climb the Big Tree?

[Much] Like An Egg

[Egg vs. All Odds (By Way Of Crushing Reality)]

Unlikely being.
Shell. Shape. Color. Size. Penchant
for survival. YAWP!

Friday, July 10, 2009



Reacquainted with deferred

Thursday, July 9, 2009


I was only 7. My imagination, jacked up on the Jersey Devil and Bigfoot, required very little to be provoked. These monsters were a full-blown obsession for me. Absolutely, these dastardly demons dwelled in the forests close to my childhood home. One winter, I regularly set out to find them with friends who knew where they would be found. We would track these beasts until the trail ran cold.

To be sure, we new all about the demon-baby, born with a "devil" tail, and how it flew away from its family to wreak havoc on the Garden State. Some eyewitnesses swore they would hear its baby-devil screeches as it loitered in and around the old New Jersey pine stands. We would gather around a book on the Jersey Devil in our school library, studying every detail, swapping stories heard from older siblings and other friends. The obsession grew and grew.

Every morning, the crossbeams of the windows in my room became some sort of monster. It was so clear to me, the trunk of the monster body and the arms outstretched as if to grab anyone who'd walk near it. The sunrise would pour light through the blinds, enhancing the contrast between shadow and light. This way the savage specter would come to life. I would get out of bed slowly, as not to call attention to myself. Pretending to be asleep, I'd watch the wretched creature through my squinted eyes as I slipped out of bed and into the safe-zone, the hallway. For quite a while, this was my daily routine.

One day, half asleep, I started to get up for school. It was a winter day; the sun was slow to rise. I carefully rose out of my bed and right then, two cats suddenly broke into a fight, shrieking like wounded devil-babies right outside the window. The demon had truly come to life and it was after me. Shear panic took over my entire being. A rush of adrenaline shot me into my parent's bedroom in a fraction of a second.

I was so panicked; I could only emit animal-like noises and grunts. There were no words, only shock and terror. I tried to point back at the window devil-demon, but could only muster violent arm swings and more grunts and wheezes. I was officially taken over by a sort of internal hysteria.

Soon I fully awoke and realized how silly it all must have looked. Mercifully, either my parents didn't recognize their kid had just lost his mind, or they acted like nothing happened to allow me a shred of dignity. I walked back to my room, feeling quite foolish.

That day marked the end of my monster-hunting career.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009



Surrounded by things.
Things that don't really belong.
They litter my space.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Waffle House Kid, by Danny Lyons

"Waffle House Kid," photograph by Danny Lyons


This is not a threat.
Memories can be Erased.
[Out of self-defense.]

If/when you're Erased,
you'd best Un-Erase yourself
to stay in the game.

Or, choose to fade out.
[Like a radio station
On I-10, WestBound].

Monday, July 6, 2009

"Two Weeks," by Grizzly Bear

Save up all the days
A routine malaise
Just like yesterday
I told you I would stay

Would you always
Maybe sometimes
Make it easy
Take your time

Think of all the ways
Momentary phase
Just like yesterday
I told you I would stay

Every time you try
Quarter half the mile
Just like yesterday
I told you I would stay

Would you always
Maybe sometimes
Make it easy
Take your time

-Grizzly Bear

As It Grows


Weeds grow and follow
Patterns from What lies beneath.
The rains came today.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

While You Wait For The Others, by Grizzly Bear


Subtle steps. Intense.
A good build up always adds
To the ecstasy.

Dan Ariely [TED Talk]

Dan Ariely asks, "Are we in control of our own decisions?"

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Rope Bridge


Soon to be unfurled.
Joining, spanning, tree to tree.
Will you walk on it?

The LoadStar


Looking up at you.
Direction. Inspiration.
Spark. Muse. [i ponder.]

Friday, July 3, 2009


The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Robert Kenner
Daily Show
Full Episodes
Political HumorJason Jones in Iran


[Rude Awakenings.]
Do you know what you're eating?
AssemblyLine food.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Losing The Top [Dummies Do It Too]


Memo not received.
Working from old presumptions.
[Things changed. Need update.]

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Blue Skies


Salty, sandy lips.
White sand, sea-foam green water.
Tumultuous Gulf.

Licking ice cream cones.
Shucking oysters. Slurping beers.
Tanning in the breeze.

Century-old home.
Fried hotdogs. Late night music.
In Sarasota.