Monday, November 24, 2014

Ned's Funeral

    They laid him on a bed of dynamite and blew him to kingdom come... vaporized. It blew his guts into fine powder, a return to monads, wet dust, molecules. Molecules of Ned filled the air then came to rest after the final explosion. Ned was sixty, old enough to die.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

lohbado book art



To do something, to do nothing, once upon a time Lohbado was born outside the temple, a long time ago. He grew up confused. The stars eventually fell from his eyes. He experienced the full power and liberation of disappointment. Eventually, there wasn't much left to do except relax, as old age took over in the final phase before Lohbado became a corpse.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

looking for honey



A clerk said honey was in aisle 5. The gentleman walked up and down aisle 5, studied carefully the shelves but was unable to find honey.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

autonomous faculty of anxiety


One afternoon, after walking around for years with a knot of anxiety in the stomach, Lohbado concluded that the mind included an autonomous faculty of worry. The faculty of worry generates a feeling of dread, a sense of doom and gloom. The body tenses up, waiting for the unpleasant phone call or the traumatic registered letter. Sometimes in the middle of reading, a wave of worry would surge through his nervous system, making it difficult to concentrate.

Lohbado closed the book and looked up at the ceramic duck on the top shelf of a wooden cabinet. He took off his glasses and with his point and shoot camera, took a picture of the duck and his glasses, then heaved a sigh of relief. A duck provided focus, to steady the mind when thoughts were bobbing about.

Monday, November 17, 2014

meditation on the Plains of Radiation


acrylic on paper
Ernie died in a bistro. He slumped over the table. His face sank into a plate of spaghetti. He died in the pasta, tomato sauce all over his face. He was soon forgotten. Leave the dead to eat the dead. More people appear on the horizon. Soon a whole crowd fills the bistro. Open a window. Body odor, pepperoni, old cheese, compost smell, plus body heat, open a window. The ventilation system in the old building is not so great. Like most buildings in the neighborhood, it was done on a shoe string budget.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

spiritual journey

Lohbado booklet in a can
the prize at the bottom of the can
Part of the fun of being at Expozine is responding to question or trying to explain what Club Morono is all about. Each attempt to explain leads to further questions. The answer lies in many stories, which Lohbado summed up in the word memoirs. The answer to Morono is Lohbado's memoirs. To write a memoir doesn't mean one has a big ego or is looking for attention. It means one is curious about what may or may not be happening.

Here's a short, unedited reply to a question Lohbado received. One day he planned to sit down to edit and organize the material. But for the moment, this will have to do. Actually, the hen riddle might be the best spur of the moment answer: Why did the chicken cross the road?... To get to the other side.

One happened to have been born and then to wonder what is this life all about? Why is existence happening? ... an unanswerable question. It's happening because it's happening. So what are you going to do about it? Lohbado decided to have a closer look. The closer he looked, the more strange things appeared.


Friday, November 14, 2014

boxed book

this box contains a small book
inside the box lid
Don't miss the Club Morono display at Expozine this weekend. In addition to a new zine, Club Morono 5, there will be an array of small artist made books, each one unique.