writing

steady mobbin

I’ll get be back wit more posts about the I Magnin commission soon, but I have had some poem ideas circulating in my head. I feel like no time better than the present to take action.

Steady Mobbin.


It’s this unrest,

Like the jackals nipping at your heels,

When all they want, short of tearing you from limb from limb from limb

Is a chance to turn you into one of them.


It’s this feeling of panic

In the morning with a bottle of seltzer water,

(I know I am killing the ocean, killing myself)

I ask for some grace,

And the Jackals find a steady pace.


It’s this walk to the door,

I think I’ll pile on another to do,

On a list of undones.


But I keep trying.

-Byron Slomotion IV

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Untitled October 4th 2018

There is a lot to be done on this evolving website. A lot of new changes to be made and projects to be reshot and new visions to be posted. A lot is on the horizon including a show in Durham, North Carolina in two weeks titled Anime Mixtape at Runaway. Here is some artwork that is in the show… we’ll catch up soon you and I. -Felix

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Time Bandit

So I am going to continue to make myself write a piece and pair it with images. I have been thinking a lot lately about the temporal nature of existence against the reality that change is constant but our energy is infinite, I believe at least.

 

Portrait of Julie Moon, shot by John Felix Arnold III, 2013

Portrait of Julie Moon, shot by John Felix Arnold III, 2013

The Worm

A rhythmic writhing inside of the bellies of time,

The hunger growling's of a soul devoid of the acknowledgment of it's need to explore,

Gaining momentum as clarity becomes the gateway for an onslaught of beauty,

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the worm collects itself at intervals inside of my soul and the center of my chest,

The preparation for the compulsion become drive become open hearted connection,

The table of bounty strewn forth in shifting moments,

But still the pulsing energy of the worm,

Still the omnipresent power of creation finds its avenue from freneticism to calm fusion,

A see through shear cloth, pierced nipples and a smile of exhibitionist glee,

open to the fireworks of inspiration,

Smiles of clock blocking stop time and let the worm weave itself into itself,

I rip my stomach out and embrace the worm as my mind rises from my skull and fuses with the starry night sky,

Rising off the tarmac to greet the next challenge and find the next thread of raw power.

 

Winding Through Darkness, Nude Portrait, John Felix Arnold III, 2015

Winding Through Darkness, Nude Portrait, John Felix Arnold III, 2015