CELL PHONE SET #17

The seventeenth Cell Phone set that I have posted. Here it is. This one was hard for me to agree upon. Hopefully it agrees with you. I do really, REALLY like the color/light progression from the top to the bottom of this one. Just so you know, I spend hours deliberating over which photo's go with which photos. That's more than half the battle. I hope you liked last weeks poems.

The top photo is a black car in front of a warehouse that I drove past in South Philly. It was right by Johnny's on Snyder Avenue.

The middle photo is of the man that lives in the middle of Delaware Avenue. It's a picture of his hand holding a cigarette and his legs. If you don't know, Delaware Ave is split in the middle by a wide median that has unused train tracks running through the middle of it. That is where he lives. All his belongings reside in a shopping cart or in a big pile. The big pile is what he is sitting on in the photo. He is usually always reading what I assume is a Bible. He sits facing one side of the road while his near-identical brother sits facing the other. He wears very thick glasses and rarely looks up or towards anyone, almost never acknowledging them. He never gets bothered. He coexists with established society.

The bottom photo is of a lady that I met in Atlantic City, probably around 6 a.m. after drinking all night and just before accidentally getting brought to the hospital in an ambulance.

THE BIRTH OF FEET #2

The Birth of Feet

There was a lonely time

A lonely time, before feet

when I am alone with them

life feels, so sweet

The Birth of Feet

They come out of the womb

and then grow like flowers

Some consider them only for walking on

I consider each toe, a sensual tower

The Birth of Feet: A woman's foot

I wash the feet, rub the feet

love the feet and kiss the feet

The foot is mine

a natural feat

The birth of a foot

The life of feet

CELL PHONE SET #16

This is Cell Phone Photography set number 16. I am finally back & believe me, I have a lot to offer. Not only in terms of Cell Phone Photography & American Poetry, but in a few other ways as well. I was working non-stop about 20 hours a day for three weeks and then I went away for a week. Most of the time I was far away from my cell phone photography catalogue and far away from my poetry journal. I apologize. The summer is over now and I promise to be back on schedule. Every Monday check back here for the best in both of these 2 categories.

The top photo is of Sonny Forriest Jr. He only has one leg and rides around downtown Philadelphia on a scooter playing original karaoke music in the soul genre. I came across him at Broad & Sansom, just as I snapped my shot, he handed me a hand-out. It led me to his "myspace". You can find it here: Sonny Forriest Jr.

The middle photo is a factory located on Gray's Ferry Ave in South Philadelphia, just before you cross the bridge into Western Philly.

The bottom photo is of a trash man with a sweet haircut.

CELL PHONE SET #15

Cell phone photography set number fifteen seems to have worked itself out. Not much here that words could say that the images themselves, don't.

I have been very busy writing poetry lately. A lot of poetry. Very busy. So much that I don't even know what to do with it all. But on another note. I have something "different" planned for next Monday. It won't be Cell Phone Photography & it won't be American Poetry. It will be 9 old releases reviewed, music reviews. After that, everything will go back to normal. Be warned, they are 9 underground classics.

1981

I always thought that I would die at 31 years old

The year was 2012 and instead of dying

it was the year that my first son was born

THE NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE, 070208

Im on the Chinatown bus

watching the girl next to me

silently puke into a plastic bag

Now I'm smelling it

Now the bag is touching

my fucking leg

CELL PHONE SET #14

The fourteenth cell phone photography post that I have done. I hope all of you are very glad that this one is perfectly ready for you on your Monday morning. You can read it on your lap or desk top computer while at work. Please make sure that you have a bunch of tabs open at once, some with work, some with fun. Hopefully you take orders well.

These photo's were all taken on the West Coast. Two of them in Los Angeles and one of them in San Francisco. Guess which ones were where. It was my first time on the West Coast in 5 years.

CELL PHONE SET #13

POEM FOR A LOVER #2

You know I love you, caress-ed one

Now I caress you, love-ed one

Woe Woe Woe

By cell phone light and classical music

Sunglasses looking at the moon

Woe Woe Woe

Is that cigarette smoke or a sultry fog?

CELL PHONE SET #12

WHEN I'M GONE

When I am old & ugly
I want to be remembered for those
days that I laid in bed
and kissed young girls.

And please remember them
as pretty because that is the way
that I most certainly do:

Their perfect breasts and crisp smiles
The whole thing was very innocent.
You should probably remember that, too.

POEM FOR FLOYD, WARNER & CAIN

We dressed up as women
Just before robbing a bank
A lot of people thought that it was a disguise
But really, we were just getting ready for prison

CELL PHONE SET #11

Finally another post, you all thought I had abandoned you. I didn't. But I did come back with the sickest cell phone photography set yet. These 3 together are probably the best set of 3 I have posted up here. Really. Just sit back, hand on the mouse & look these over for a while.
The top one is on 7th St. right where Fairhill and Elmwood come together. Right where 7th & Germantown Ave. meet. You'll probably never go there. Unless you develop a heroin addiction. The new "stuff" around there is called "BLOOD DIAMOND", just in case you are wondering. Anyways, this sweet artwork is on the side of an old hair-shop called "Unity Barbershop". The duo pictured is one set of 3. The place is obviously abandoned now.
The middle photo is on Snyder Avenue in South Philly. I took it on my way to watching a Flyers game at a bar.
The bottom photo was taken on Kensington Ave- Under the El. Note that the man is pushing his own wheel chair or a friends. Also note that the front wheel, closest to us is missing.
Please know that I spend hours deliberating over which photo's to put together in the same set.

ANGELDUST LIVE 031508

This is a small video of Angeldust performing live in Boston. Consider this one poetry. Last week I only did a photo post, due to my busy schedule. Since I am still busy, this week I am only doing a poetry post. Thanks.

AMERICAN FREE JAZZ

American Free Jazz,
Ever since 9-11 American Free Jazz has gotten a lot more free

CELL PHONE SET #9

Like mentioned above, this is Cell Phone Set #9. On time.

The top photo is in West Chester, just outside of Philadelphia. You should go there, maybe you should even try to live there. I bet it would be real fun & cheap. Just maybe you should maybe bring your shotgun, maybe.
The middle photo is of an alley-way that I walk down every day on my way to work. The rest of the alley (where I took the photo from) is usually covered in a homeless man's ex-clothes & usually has a pretty loud scent of piss creeping around. If you go there right now there might be a bottle or two smashed on the ground near where you might walk.
The bottom photo is a photo of a dinner Jena & I cooked last week. It's not the whole meal, though. The breaded/fried chicken is missing & so is the rice. Those 3 parts just looked pretty nice together.

NORTH PHILLY, 041108

Vaste wasteland
Zombies on the corners
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know
Details in the moment
Quick decisions, Numb lips
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know
Fairhill, roads closed
Drive in circles, park the van
run outside, run back in
Drive away
Have a good time
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know but don't get shot
Sweet rotting buildings, empty lots
Have a good time, a real good time

DEVIL TOWN & DEVIL CITY

HE FOLLOWS ME
This is the Devil's City
and if I lived in a town
it would be the Devil's Town
He follows me
He follows me wherever I go,
That's what it's like
This is the Devil's City
and I Love It

DEVIL CITY
Devil City, Devil City
Berks stop,
Front & Berks
Psycho Cop
A bunch of fucking animals
We're all a bunch of fucking animals
on the loose
Devil City, Devil City

The top poem "North Philly, 041108" was written just after the middle photo in "CELL PHONE SET #8" was taken. The bottom post is 2 different poems that go together.

CELL PHONE SET #8

Cell Phone Set #8. There is a theme in these here pictures. It is a theme that isn't expressed in their content. It is in my cell phone camera lens & it's crack. None the less, these three photo's are sick. Recently my cell phone camera lens became cracked, probably between my body and some sort of heavy sound or light equipment while sitting in my pocket at work.
The top photo is near 69th & Market. This lady was sitting down on a set of steps while mildly yelling at herself and listening to her walkman. Maybe she was singing along? Either way she was staring at that blank wall & deeper into the alley. I once saw a man come out nowhere at around midnight with a purse in his hand. He came from 69th Street, down Ludlow and into this alley. About 30 seconds later a slew of cops chased down after him. Then a slew of dogs. Another 30 seconds and then he came out the alley, handcuffed. The most interesting aesthetic, visually was him running past all the stagehands & trucks that were loading out Steely Dan. I was sitting on the back of an open 24-foot box truck watching. Back to the story, the blur in this photo is very minor & almost not even noticeable at all.
The second/middle photo is at a warehouse. Right after this picture was taken the guy in black, Randall (pictured in CELL PHONE SET #1) told me that he loves to play the guitar, mostly only hard-rock. He then told me that sometimes he goes up on the roof of his giant warehouse with "big", "giant" speakers, some fireworks and then rocks the neighborhood. The blur in this photo is pretty foggy.
The bottom photo was taken in downtown Philly. I forget where exactly. I think it's an amazing photo ruined by the best blur ever. The wall is sick, the lady is sick. This photo has a really defined "blur".
I really like the interworkings of these 3 photo's compositions. Keep checking.

THE ULTIMATE MIDDLE FINGER

My dick is only 1 inch long when it's hard.
I consider it the ultimate "FUCK YOU" to the world.

CELL PHONE SET #7

Cell Phone Set #7.

The top photo I took from the bank of the Delaware River, about 2 blocks from my present residence. While sitting on a rock, the water by my feet, and contemplating what I've done with my life, I looked left and this is exactly what I saw. I was medium-mildly hung-over. I was sitting there alone, no one around. Right after I took this picture a family, 2 parents and 3 little kids came over & sat right next to me. They were throwing rocks & sticks for about 15 minutes before leaving.
The middle photo was taken near Hershey, Pennsylvania. I have never even heard of a "Horse Blanket" never mind ever seeing a sign about one in real life. I was at a laundromat in farmsville, washing some black hand towels for Carrie Underwood and watching "Walker, Texas Ranger". You should have seen the damn candy dispensers that were below & around this sign. They looked like the old ones at the old laundromat between Broad & 15th, on Snyder.
The bottom photo I noticed on my way to work about a week ago. I walk to work every day, it's about a 45 minute walk.
In some non-blog-related news. I updated my band's website. If you have any interest you should check it out. The page I updated is just the "Releases". I added some photo's of some of the old releases. Not all, since some I don't even have copies of anymore.
here's the link to the "Releases" page:
M AX NOI MACH RELEASES

SUNDAY MORNING, 1976

It was a Sunday morning
when I decided to leave the diner & go to church.
As I sat there, praying
I noticed my eyes falling from the altar
and landing on all the girls' behinds.
I noticed how sexy they were & how untouchable.

It was just after the preacher's sermon, on this Sunday Morning
that I realized I was going to have to make my future daugher a
future christian if I didn't want her to to be a future slut.

It was just before the final "Amen", on this Sunday Morning
when I remembered why we never dated girls that went to church.

But how nice they are to look at!
It's funny when you think about it
And wonder
On this Sunday Morning

TWO THINGS

Two things that I should definitely stay away from are
Drugs and Religion
Oh how so, these 2 things ever weave themselves
Ancient Geometry
Our psychadelic minds
Our bodies begging to let loose
Both are there for us, whenever we are weak
Whispers leading to thoughts, ever unheard
The need to cry, the need to yell
They make you cry & scared of hell
Freedom & solace you do desire
and both those things they surely inspire
I'm not exactly sure if they empty your mind
or make you smarter
Hmmm
Maybe after all this careful consideration
Maybe I should become a Christian,
just so I can do more Drugs

These are definitely my best 2 poems, to date. Obviously with every two poems there is a theme.

CELL PHONE SET #6

The 6th set of my Cell Phone Photographs. Definitely the best set, by far. And of course, I'm back on track, right on time, Monday morning & a new Cell Phone set.
The top photo is in Kensington, just east of the "El". It's probably one of the best photo's I have ever taken, the light is perfect. The second photo is in Baltimore on Pratt Street, one block down from Tarantula Hill. The third photo is Boxcutter & H. It was taken in the Philadelphia Phillies dug-out at the "Link" last summer.
There isn't much to say about these because they look so good.

NEW TAPE OUT: "CHASER"

New tape out now. M AX NOI MACH "Chaser"

2 sides, 20 minutes total. Top picture is the cover, 2 color silk-screen. The bottom photo is the insert with the track listing. No poetry this week. But staying true to the Monday/Thursday posts I posted this. But not only did I post this, this tape has two of the previously posted poems on it: "THE DARKSIDE" and "THE BIG BABY NEVER GETS FUCKED". If you want a copy feel free to comment here or email me. billy_newman@hotmail.com The tape is $5. I also have other stuff available. I promise that next week will be back to normal. Cell-Phone Photography on Monday & American Poetry on Thursday. Thanks.

NON CELL PHONE SET #1

Sorry again ya'll. No Cell Phone Photography set this week. I thought it more fitting to post photo's from the previously mentioned trip I was just on. It's not even a Monday, anyway. It's a Tuesday. So here are photo's from last week.
Real quick. The top photo is of my grandmother sleeping. And the next photo is of her neighbor's front yard. The trailer that looks older and is a bit further away has been there for at least 20+ years, as far back as I can remember. This was taken after a walk through the woods. Through the woods & on the trails that I explored on a mini-bike as a child. The 3rd photo is of the piece I was just painting in Portland, Maine. It is on display for 6 more weeks at an art gallery called "SPACE" on Congress St. The piece is called "BOTECITO". It should or could have been called "Something's Missing" considering there is no naked lady in it. Don't worry, next time there will be and she WILL be SOO beautiful. The paintings dimensions (not totally pictured) are 121" x 95". It took 4 days to paint, each day working at least 8 to 10 hours. All of it is hand-painted, no tape. All the geometry is perfectly measured out, though.
The 4th photo is of the beach, on the bay in Portland, Colleen at the ocean with some seagulls. The 5th and second to last photo is Jake sleeping in Boston after the Angeldust show. It's about 2 or 3 in the morning and Jake crashed on the couch, totally wasted. I thought he was totally passed out, but if you look closely you will notice that he has one eye open. Maybe that should be the title of the next Angeldust song: "ONE EYE OPEN". It's about being on tour, totally wasted, sleeping with one eye open for no reason. The bottom photo is ANGELDUST live in Boston.

POEM FOR A GIRL #1

When my father was my age
he was sitting in a diner
much like this one
we are sitting in right now.
He was alone and he had a sudden realization.
He realized that I was going to be a slut.
I wasn't even born yet.
And he didn't even know my mother at the time.
Oh well!
He was right.

POEM FOR A GIRL #2

The ultimate pleasure machine
Soak the floor
Yell out loud

There's nothing like this in the whole world
I don't need a man
I don't need a woman

Soak my thighs
Soak the floor

This is the best kind of population control
But if I do ever decide to have a baby-boy
I might just name him
"SYBIAN"

These 2 poems were written for a girl to read, as implied by the titles

HEY COPPERS

Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy,
Let me know

Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy
and you figure out how to finger her,
Let me know

Hey Coppers!
Sometimes it's better to just rub it against the flesh

CELL PHONE SET #4

Cell Phone Photography set # 4. Just the details again. I hope you are enjoying my poetry. The top photo is Leslita Salazar. She has no clue that I took this picture last summer. I took it on 9th Street just south of Washington. This was about an hour after a black kid on a bicycle got shot across from La Lupe for bickering with a road-ragering group of 3 honkies a block souther than here. This was during the half-time of a soccer game Nick Cribbets & I were watching at the beer-convenience store at 9th & Washington. A Chinese man runs the place, mostly only Mexicans hang out in there, take shots & drink Corona's. It was the South American Cup or whatever, something like Ecuador vs. Mexico. It was a hot summer day. I ate a burrito, Nick ate corn on the cob with chili power on it & we both got real drunk. P.S. the building behind her on the other side of the street is now torn down.
This leads us to the second photo. I think it was taken on the same day. The Virgin Guadalupe art piece.
The 3rd & bottom photo tells a very intriguing story. The man hanging is named "Party Boy". He was lured and/or tricked into getting hung from the ceiling in a harness by a quarter ton motor that usually holds up a big metal bleacher. He was told he had to go up & fix something. He went along not knowing that there was nothing to actually fix. As you can see he had lost one of his shoes on the ride up. The smiling man on the ground has it next to him & Party Boy is pointing down at it. On-lookers looking on, me capturing the whole charade.

THE BIG BABY NEVER GETS FUCKED

The big baby never gets fucked
Fake tanned skin, the pain sinks in

He wishes he could sleep
but his balls hurt so bad

As he gets older
the girls get younger
the sexual hunger grows

The tension builds
the tension builds

CELL PHONE SET #3

This is my 3rd set of cell-phone photography. No one is really checking this that often. Maybe 1 person every 2 to 3 weeks. That's okay, I too have a hard time navigating away from gmail or myspace or youtube or xhamster. No joke, I have a hard time navigating my real-self away from McDonalds, the bar, work or the toilet.
So on that note: The top photo is my mother on her last birthday. I met her for breakfast early one morning while on tour with "Attitude Problem". You have to admit: She does look SO beautiful.
The middle photo is Big Daddy Kane live in Philadelphia. I have to say, many celebrities/bosses/reptilian's happen to be very short. The same goes for supreme rap stars. He put on a really good show, the light of god shined down upon him as he entered the stage. I happened to catch him catching it & the actual light.
The bottom photo is Wearkarm, Mikowitz Armstein. This was at a barrel fire just before he caught himself on fire.

THE DARKSIDE

The Dark Side, welcome yourself to the dark-side
Have a fucking party
Do it yourself
No end, dude
Welcome yourself and then thank your fucking self later
Rotten Teeth, Rotten Teeth
Fuck a turd, man

THE HUNGRY RAT

The hungry rat can't ever be happy
The tail keeps growing
Empty house, empty bottles, cigarette butts, empty mind
The hungry rat spreads its legs
The hungry rat gets fucked
The smell lingers for days
Red eyes, no escape
I can still hear the sound of hidden desires

The hungry rat waits
the tail keeps growing
the hungry rat waits forever
the tail keeps growing

Smash one of the bottles
Burn the rat
Take the ratshit
Shove it in your ass
and then call it your own
Better yet,
maybe this is a bad idea
maybe you should be the rats best friend

CELL PHONE SET #2

This is my second set of Cell Phone photographs. The top photo is a document of the very sweet & creative product stacking done at the supermarket near my house. It's located at 5th & Berks. I think the shown tower is a pure example of making the best out of your day job, really caring about your simple tasks and taking the time to make something slightly out of the ordinary & unneeded. The artist definitely cares about what he's doing.
The middle photo is my crew. I spend more time with these guys than just about anyone else. Colt 45's and a barrel fire at the warehouse. Weakarm, Ricky, Stiz, Boxcutter, H.
The bottom photo is Jake the Snake fixing a toilet. I was stuck in the stall with him & thought it a prime opportunity to catch him in this very uplifting position. I think this one has a very beautiful composition. It is very balanced & tells a pretty obvious story.