Why I Am Not A …

Why I Am Not A Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink” he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”
“Oh.” I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
All that’s left is just
letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

Frank O’Hara

This is one of my favorite poems. I first came across this poem when flicking through a book on post-modern American poetry and I think it fits well with video art.


My Work Station


I feel like I should post a picture of my workstation, which I use as an edit suite and do most of my work.

PC Specs:

Intel Core i7 3.5 ghz

8gb RAM

Nvidia Geforce GTX 570 ti

Monitor: Acer 23″ LED

Headset: Razer Megaladon 7.1

Keyboard: Razer Deathstalker

Mouse: Razer Death Adder 2013

Macropad: Razer Nostramo

I use Adobe CS5 master collection to edit my work.