8.25.2015

Posted in Eddie O'KEEFE, Original Photography | No Comments »


8.22.2015

Screen Shot 2015-08-21 at 11.20.42 PM

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.

Dara Puspita – To Love Somebody 
Laghonia – Bahia 
Dante Elephante – Never Trust A Junkie 
Bob Lind – Cheryl’s Goin’ Home 
Women – Group Transport Hall 
The Walters – Fancy Shoes 
Lou Reed – Oh Jim 
Nina Simone – Suzanne 
Ginny Reilly – Wildman

Subscribe on iTunes!

Posted in Mixtape | 1 Comment »


8.19.2015

ok let’s open on the five little fat children
now cut to the sausages
shot 125 i think it is
the one with the picnic table
that’s the one
now close on mom’s mouth
enjoying sausage
nice
ok now cut to ice bergs melting
the archival stuff
sad hungry polar bears
penguins
ok cool
splice those in there
ok now cut to some riot stuff
the streets of ferguson
angry blacks
stone-faced honkey cops
cars on fire
that kinda thing
you know what would be really interesting
just for one frame
let’s throw a diseased animal in there
like a cow almost dead in the dust
in pain
squealing like a pig
no not a pig
a cow
just squealing like a pig
can we find something like that
check the library
wowowowow
that’s something
that’s it
pop that baby in there
ok we’re at fifteen seconds, huh
this feels like maybe a good time
to use that isis stuff
hold on that ak-47
now cut to the child cradling the bomb
cut back to the fat american kid with sausages
now let’s cut between them really fast
kid with bomb
fat american boy
bomb
boy
bomb
fat
KABOOOOOOOOM!
fuck yeah
now fade to ebola ward
superimpose petri dish germ animation
now fade to wall street
fade to a man jumping from a building
fade to cash dispensing from atm machine
more cash
more cash
faster faster
fasterfasterfaster
ok lets transition to that slow motion shot
of the farmer’s face superimposed
over the american flag
let it wave
look at it wave
great
wow
ok cut to
uh
cut to 9/11
kennedy in dallas
michael jordan crying with the trophy
more fat kids
now cut to space
cut to deep space
cut to the big bang
cut to white
bring up logo
tyson meats
incredible

eo

Posted in Bad Poetry, Eddie O'KEEFE | No Comments »


8.18.2015

saw
straight outta compton
tonight
at the arcadia
california
amc
in the westfield
shopping center
which felt
antiquated
ancient
somehow
like a time machine
to 1997
where everything
smelled of auntie anne’s
pretzels
i saw it
with a friend
i’ve known
since i was
6 or 8 or
maybe 10
we used to
take the bus to
the mall
straight outta elmhurst
when we were 12
and buy dishonorable
shit at spencer’s gifts
and bad cds
at sam goody
this is not what
black compton kids
were doing when they were 12
unfortunately
not much has changed
for black america
n on the way home
from straight outta compton
at the westfield mall
in arcadia
california
we reflected on
how quaint
and cute
and defanged
everything eventually
becomes
how fuck the police
almost sounds as
archaic
as rock around the clock
almost
and how
the black
LA raiders
baseball caps
and the black
starter sweatshirts
are a pretty
sick combo
plus
ice cube
used to be so cool
what happened
and
someone really
needs
to write
a fuck the police
for today
we need it so bad
because seriously
fuck the police
god only knows what that
song would be called
or sound like
it should be barbaric
and ruthless
and like the blue part
of a flame
and it should not sound
quaint or defanged
or sterilized
at least not for another
two and a half decades
i wish i could get
arrested for my
art

eo

Posted in Bad Poetry, Eddie O'KEEFE | No Comments »


8.12.2015

in the school yard
where you fought
the black kid
because he had shitty
sweatpants
and you were seven
and considered the
effort noble
and where you
licked sally [redacted]’s
face after a dare
though you knew
in the pit of your
boy belly
that it was more than
just that
you later sat
much older
on the monkey bars
there
and wept
for some obscure sorrow
even though you were happy
and stoned
and it was snowing
and you were soon
to be married
and you had just decided to
name your unborn daughter
expected next month
judy

eo

Posted in Bad Poetry, Eddie O'KEEFE | No Comments »


8.11.2015

Posted in Eddie O'KEEFE, Original Photography | No Comments »


8.09.2015

ur an airplane
                        turbulent

            glimpsed
            from the

                                      ground
where it reads
            swift n true
                                                      (like a
dart)

careen
ing

              e f f o r t l  e s s l y

through the    –   sky

resolute
            steady &
exact

unwavering!

in the blue
in the blue
                                                        in the blue

(and with white too)

above the water

eo

Posted in Bad Poetry, Eddie O'KEEFE | No Comments »


8.09.2015

Last night I had a dream
that we got off a train in Columbia,
Missouri – looked like Colorado
to me or maybe Iowa – like up by the river
Iowa. We came up from Arkansas
or maybe down from Champaign –
I’m really not sure. We laid in patch of grass
near a bluff or monument just outside of town.
The tourists didn’t bother us – maybe
because we were tourists too even though
I didn’t think so at the time.

I felt sad – not like mom’s 2007
cancer scare sad, but like John
Hughes writing The Breakfast Club
sad or Visions of Cody sad. It was still
nice though. My skin felt warm around
you and the sun was bright,
but not too bright and I felt full – like church
parking lot Ferris Wheel full. We didn’t
have to say anything each other or maybe
we didn’t have anything to say
to each other – I think
there is a difference – I’m not really sure.

Honestly, I’m not so sure if it was even
you in the dream or if I just
want it to be you. I haven’t even read
Visions of Cody, but I’m sure it feels
like this – probably – like trying to catch
a memory or loving someone
who doesn’t love you anymore.
I woke up in California and thought about moving to New
York, but thought that dream us probably
would’ve went to Tennessee next,
though I’m sure it would’ve felt like Wisconsin
or maybe Michigan.

GY

Posted in Bad Poetry, Gabriel YOUNES | No Comments »


8.08.2015

water
coffee
coffee
coffee
coffee
water
beer
beer
beer
vodka
beer
beer
beer
beer
tequila
beer
coffee
beer
milkshake
water
water
water
water
water

eo

Posted in Bad Poetry, Eddie O'KEEFE | No Comments »


8.07.2015

Tree don’t care if it rain
Morning dew watch the river run away
Little bird don’t know the sun shinin bright

The sun is happy above the clouds
Its laughter, drifts down
And dries up the reservoir
It’s a real abattoir

NM

Posted in Nick MATSAS, Original Photography | 1 Comment »

© 2015 The Teenage Head | Powered by WordPress | Design by Maria Tzeka