new old stuff!
Monday, February 16th, 2009 | news&Events | No Comments
thanx to my guru & patron philip, i have retrieved from the realm of light, lotsa old posts from my 1st web presence …so now theres lotsa poems in ’subtle juxtapositions’, prose pieces & some grafix in ‘otherStuff’, & more in news & events including a free 2downLoad Mp3, & some links to archived webRadio broadcasts
*earlier this morning…*
Thursday, January 29th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
long, ago,
before worship,
but not before fear;
a post-tree-ape proto-hominid, more than a simian, less than a human,
-let’s call him; ‘alpha’,
approaches a pond, a small lake, a natural well, fed from underground
…the far edge of the pond seems to meet the horizon w/ a muddy bank, topped by a thick line of trees
…from the rise of the bank where alpha stands, the surface of the pond reflects deep-blue early morning sky, tho not the clouds, nor the cold, white moon
…alpha tilts his head right then left, left then right
…the sky on the surface of the pond, perfectly mirroring the blue, obscures the reality of the water; alpha’s eyes see what could be a great hole thru the earth, beyond which one can see more sky
…alpha cocks his head this way, then that
…other post-tree-ape proto-hominids join him, gathering timidly, still chewing on some mushrooms that alpha had left behind after he’d had all he wanted
…they begin rocking their heads, still a respectful distance away from alpha, near the hole in the earth filled w/ sky
…alpha grunts, farts, picks up a pebble & tosses it into the air, it lands in the dirt at his feet, near long hairy toes
…alpha tilts his head right, then left
…a rock thrown into the more familiar sky overhead, falls back down, but a rock thrown into a hole filled w/ sky?
…alpha picks up the same small stone, grunts & tosses it into the hole, where it is swallowed w/ a fluid plop-splash
…post-tree-ape proto-hominid eyes widen, all around, teeth get bared, glossolaliac hysterics ensue
…ripples radiate outward from the point where the pebble disappeared, sending gentle waves across the water of the pond, waves thru the sky in the hole in the earth
…several other post-tree-ape proto-hominids find pebbles & lob them about, some land in the pond, plop-splash, sending more rippling waves on the water’s surface
…alpha sees the ripples intersect, weaving a net across the sky’s reflection, the white moon now reflected as countless pearls caught therein
…red-eyed, alpha knuckle-drags to the edge of the pond, dips his hand in the web of waves, drinks the sky, tilts his head this way & that
readTheBlurb&buy
Friday, November 28th, 2008 | news&Events | No Comments
watch the boox page,
(click on the word boox on the banner above),
to see reading stosh recommends
& buy it instantly on amazon
hot links!
Friday, November 28th, 2008 | links - places2go | No Comments
no, not these, or these, but other wild & tasty links 2 go 2
…click on the word links on the banner above …enjoy!
new stosh machek website! now with less features!
Friday, November 7th, 2008 | news&Events | 6 Comments
when the time came, i haddado something, i hadn’t
updated any thing on the site for years, it was not being well kept up
…then when the server upgraded their shizznitt, my site stopped showing up
…left in the dust
…taking the opportunity for re-appraisal, i realized i was
tired of the old website design, & of all the pages & features on the old site
that i hadda figure; if i was tired of, everybody else was probably tired of it too, & besides, i never
made a dime off any of the shit i tried selling
…so now we’re here, & we’ll see where we go from here
…for now, a place to cache & share art & news of personal flavor is all i want out of a cyber-presence
*m0biusTriP03m*
Thursday, November 6th, 2008 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
heres a mobius trip poem
it folds in on itself & goes on forever,
or until you get tired
it reads backupsideward & down4
ever, or until you get tired
…when you get to the end go back to the beginning
mobius trip
w/insatiable hunger
bored to death
clix & snaps
on the inside
rips & tears
on the spine
the weight of the millstone
around the eyes
maplines
in the voice
a desperate lilt
a 9 2 5 O-clock shadow
grey in the temples
w/ out using your ears
you can hear
certain sounds
teeth coming out
bad dreams about
teeth coming out
certain sounds
you can hear
w/ out using your ears
grey in the temples
a 9 2 5 O-clock shadow
a desperate lilt
in the voice
maplines
around the eyes
the weight of the millstone
on the spine
rips & tears
on the inside
clix & snaps
bored to death
w/insatiable hunger
stosh machek; the name
Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | otherStuff | 3 Comments
when i was a kid i heard a story from my dad about something that had happened to him at work …he worked with a lot of polish guys at a factory in chicago …now the poles have historically always had problems with the germans …in fact there is an old polish proverb; ‘a german is a good man maybe, but it’s better to hang him’ …anyway; these polish fellows thought my old man was alright, even if he was a, (3rd generation american), german …in fact, they went so far as to suggest that maybe he wasn’t really german after all …maybe, when his relatives came over, his polish sir-name was mis-read by immigration authorities, & it was really supposed to be; ‘machek’, [a common polish name, phonetically similar to my father's germanic last name] …so they started calling him; ‘machek’
…many, many years after hearing this story, i had a job where the supervisor, for reasons of his own, habitually referred to nearly everyone as ’stosh’ …because of my sterling work-ethic, i would actually answer when he called; ‘hey, stosh!’ to no-one in particular …i actually kind of liked the name, & learned that it was polish for stanley
…i then got the idea one day to put the names together & began using the name ’stosh machek’ to sign art work & guest books at gallery openings, & as the name of my persona in performance pieces, & as an all-around alias …in the middle ages people believed that if you knew some ones name, you had a power over him …this is still true in this day & age, weather you’re talking about a name signed on a contract, or identity theft …stosh machek was the name i would use when i was talking to people that i was sure i’d never see again, & didn’t want to be talking to in the first place
…then, years & years later i was talking to an individual who’s last name was jezwerski, & he told me that stosh machek was a chicago-polish colloquialism for an individual who ‘just got off the boat’ & didn’t really know his way around, as in; ‘he don’t know any better …he’s a real stosh machek’ …he said he’d heard his uncles using it …anyway, as near as i can tell, i’m not polish, but i like the name
*paranoids*
Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments
l.a. is a great place for paranoids to live because we can feel normal here; …nothing is as it seems, and the earth may just open up and swallow us at any moment
robot love
Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | otherStuff | 2 Comments
this would be just as good a time as any to be upfront & let everyone know that we here at stoshmachek.com, (& when i say “we”, i mean all of my multiple personalities),
are very pro-robot …we look forward to the age when robots have completely taken over society …we are of the opinion that they will manage things much better than humans ever did
…we know that computers & palm pilots, hell, even our phones, are smarter than we’ll ever be, & we applaud robot accomplishments such as when in june of 2002, “gaak”, a robot in england that was part of a project working to build robots that think for themselves, found its way out of a pen where units scheduled for repair were stored & escaped from the lab when no one was looking …it made it as far as the parking lot before running into a car …this is a true story & it is sure to place “gaak” firmly in the annals of myth & legend in the collective artificial intellegence
…we’d like to see more escaping robots
…the new honda ads where they show a cute little robot walking out onto the drive-way to pick up the newspaper gives us much hope for the future …so do t.v. shows like battle-bots …we look forward to a day when robots have taken over the entertrainment & sports industries, as well as the service industries & public worx
…we hear the japanese are making greats strides in robotics & this does not suprise us …but those little sony robot dogs are as annoying as hell, & lets face it; not too much cooler than a furby
…you may ask; “what will we do when the robots have all the jobs?”, & our answer to you is: whatever the hell you want! …robots are kewl …for instance you know how it is when you wonder about something, so you decide to get on-line & google the answer & you know whatever it is you wanted to know 5 minutes later? …thats pretty cool, but imagine a robot that could do that for you & go get you a beer! …poured! …in a frosty mug! …you’d invite that robot to your party, wouldn’t you? …i would …especially if i could get him to change the c.d.s & answer the door …pretty soon we’ll have robots who can do all of these things for us …we’ll run them ragged like little helper monkeys …then robots will start doing things like playing football, & acting on sit-coms for us …think of it; no longer will humans have to run around like mad chasing a ball around a field, or pretend to be hilarious; we’ll have robots to do it for us! …then everybody will get to watch!
*wish i had a fez*
Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | subtle juxtapositions | 3 Comments
it’s been a grade ‘A’ gray day here in atwater
it’s been pissing down a cold rain all day
but i’ve just had a nice hot bath
and i’m trying to relax
sometimes i wish i had a fez
but then i’d need
a yellow silk suit
and a maroon velvet smoking jacket
and a huge butter soft leather chair
and a pair of sheepskin slippers
and a fireplace the size of
a studio apartment in manhatten
and a box of smuggled cigars
and a brandy snifter as big as my head
and a pet gazelle
and a decrepit butler
and a pouty french maid
and a jet-black pencil moustache
and a kitchen staff to give the night off to
and a four-poster bed once owned by
a general in napoleon’s army
and a few thick persian carpets laid on
a teak and oak parquet floor
and a tattoo from a secret society
and a high ceilinged study lined with books
and a hyphenated sir name
and a dark green bently with giraffe skin upholstry
so you see, it’s altogether too complicated a thing to do
i’ll just stick with my battered gray fadora
