Joey, or DJ Joey, as he is affectionately called, is a young man in Lorain, Ohio, who spends most of his day dancing on the corner of 28th Street and Elyria Avenue to his boombox, waving and smiling at passing traffic.
This video was constructed of footage found on YouTube, all dealing with Lorain, Ohio. This is the first video I’ve composed using the Open Source DV editor Kino on Linux.
Blue plains over blue lakes
At least no cars crack sacrificial fictions
I go inside and find a dead one
Almost all my favorite cats
are buried in the back yard–I smoke a joint
in the infinity after midnight
The smell of baby formula is the same
in all languages–Beaming prayer like a pinwheel
flower in all directions–Spinning
My speech slurs all chained together
Houses pristine linked by elliptic lawns
Kittens dance into finding
Poised like this in hot rooms
Posture abstracts the engineer’s folded fever
Scaffolds corroded by smoke
The ashes pepper and heat my desk
Days that dervish with reddened penumbra
Through every door you shed your soul
You’re scarring everybody’s face
for some small flicker of the truth
You’re ransacking your house
to relieve the heat of chaos
in your head–You’re eating all the
quiet you’ve gathered
for some small enduring pause
in the chatter that kills you
You’re beating like a feral thunderstorm
You’re beating like weather on fire
You’re cutting precious slits
into the walls
hoping that out there you can
catch your breath–
And I’m walking down a snow-dazed street
empty but not innocent
I’m sorry you dissolved like that
Those bastard equations sabotage objects
prying them from their contexts
There’s so much sadness in the world
when you want the light to be plush like a lover
You don’t think I’ve thought this all through but
I have–It’s a world of draggable edges
and malleable boundaries–It’s a word
sucked from a burned tooth
and the whole time there you are humming like
a puddle–No longer meaning anything
to your clothes–These lawless horses and
their riders turn your lemonade to teddybear
and there you are clutching to your chest
the rain and the snow
Dude where the inboxes empty into the ocean
is where the ocean empties into our language
is where language empties into the elasticity of light
and that’s where I eat my lunch
I tell you this dude in the true spirit of comradery
If I don’t look you in the eyes it’s because I don’t like
invasions–I’ve been practicing stillness like a light
flurry after midnight walking Broadway in
a ghost town–Coated in deepest soot dude
covered over in deepest soot–Why does it feel like
you’re drowning in social marketing dude
and everything you say empties you out on the street
All the voices have crowded into a corner of the sky
They fall like ash