the everlasting funstopper

khali

2008-12-15T14:35:00.000-05:00

punchline

2008-10-17T21:09:00.005-04:00

All those chances you took,
What have you got to show?
Those red shoes, and tight white dress
Such a mess, resuscitate.
Those dogs smell revenge,
Out for a taste of inner thighs,
You can mask discontent
But it's hardly a disguise.
So, what to make of this?
Burning sand and stuttering time,
Funneled into mouth
To shape the way you outlive your crime.
Got to make it right now.
Got to make it right.
God is funny to you,
But the punchline is lost.

digital, slr and camera phone photos by k.boyce. words and photo © 2008 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper

storm over philadelphia. september 9, 2008.

2008-09-10T14:28:00.002-04:00

glare

2008-07-16T19:23:00.007-04:00

moriarty's, philadelphia, pa

2008-07-16T19:05:00.001-04:00

red no. 7. jessup street. philadelphia.

2008-06-19T15:33:00.001-04:00

rainbow. southampton, new jersey

2008-06-19T15:09:00.003-04:00

natural blue

2008-02-06T14:22:00.000-05:00

So dangerous, so dangerous
What shall we do with this undoing?
You asked for the breath of the world on your neck
And when it turned sour, you scurried away
So outrageous, quite contagious
The way you feel yourself high up in the tree
Ready to tread on broken limbs
And sore feet...
To feel the burning booze delete the sky above.

words © 2007 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper

train. quakertown, pa.

2007-10-19T19:03:00.001-04:00

trees and wires

2007-05-06T07:36:00.000-04:00

hyde street pier. san francisco.

2007-05-05T07:22:00.000-04:00

pier

2007-03-17T10:38:00.000-04:00

golden gate state park. san francisco.

2007-03-17T02:32:00.000-04:00

tree tunnel. san francisco.

2007-03-16T22:14:00.000-04:00

field off of atsion road, near wharton state forest. nj.

2007-03-16T09:11:00.000-04:00

swollen : beaten : smothered : done

2007-03-09T20:47:00.000-05:00

liberty place, philadelphia

2007-03-03T21:41:00.000-05:00

go

2007-03-03T21:38:00.000-05:00

red truck. johnson's farm. medford, nj.

2007-02-03T00:33:00.000-05:00

Sky Over Walnut Street, Philadelphia...

2007-01-18T07:28:00.000-05:00

mystic, ct

2006-12-30T07:22:00.000-05:00

rest in peace, my old friend...

2006-12-21T15:36:00.000-05:00

My friend Drew Goren took the photo above of his daughter, Nina, in 2004. Drew and I spent a few years working together at a magazine in New York City. He was one of the most gifted photographers I’ve ever known, and I picked his brain endlessly about his pictures – how he took them, what kind of film and exposure he used, how he got his pictures to look so amazing, and so forth. I learned more from Drew in a few short years than I had in an entire lifetime of trying to take a decent picture.

Most of all, Drew was a wonderful friend to me. He offered to send me on photo shoots in New York to build a portfolio and gain some confidence. He scanned over 40 of my slides so I could build this blog.

One time, Drew told me that the drug store, Walgreens, made an 800 speed color film that was amazing for portraits. I laughed -- are you serious? drug store film? A week later, a box of Walgreen’s 800 showed up in my mailbox. And, of course, he was right; my favorite picture of my son was taken with a roll of that film.

Drew and I talked endlessly about politics, photography, and music. We shared many beers, and a few good shots. We even yelled at each other a few times and laughed afterwards. I like to think that we were a good team -- friends that managed to do a few cool things for a less than perfect music magazine.

Drew passed away this week. He was just 33. He was an amazing soul, an inspirational father, and I will miss him greatly. Thank you for everything, my friend.

If you have some time, please visit his website: subwaysleeper.

we blew the windows out, didn't we?

2006-12-18T21:13:00.000-05:00

camera phone shot of old house at night...

2006-12-17T21:42:00.000-05:00

last chance to breathe

2006-12-02T01:11:00.000-05:00

This is my conscience streaming into binary existence
And so what? Think what you will, it’s still eating away
Or maybe festering, multiplying in its own pretentious way
The abused boy, still trembling under your fist
I felt it first, inside, and it hurt me
Your filthy mouth, wrapped around my tongue…
Licking, licking, coughing, licking, licking, coughing
You servant… your obligation…. your absence…
Sipping absinthe as if we were Van Gogh or his sane brother
Retching, loathing, disgust and discontent >>>>
My last chance to breathe, something profound
This stabbing ache, this retched beauty, caught beneath the tumbling winter waves,
I cannot accept this, the last thought, the last say… I don’t own it

photo and words © 2006 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper