“SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO”….zuki has limited energy

Good Morning Veterans,

 Well another three day weekend has come and gone leaving me frustrated.  The energy it takes to withstand the physical demands of creating art only to watch it turn to shit is far more draining than I remembered.  Spending 18 hours plus laboring in my studio over the three day holiday, demonstrated to me that if I’m to take it seriously, I must commit much more of my free time than currently committed to.

 It is with mixed emotions that I make the following announcement: 

As of this posting I will be taking a hiatus from the ‘Diatribe’ to pursue my rekindled passion for art.  It may be too late, but I must make the effort and determine for myself if the well is dry.  Last night was mostly sleepless but not for the usual shit that keeps me up.  Instead of physical issues, white noise, and the IRS, I was thinking about what went wrong and how I could improve on the genre I’m hanging my hat on!  This is F-ing crazy!  

Given the ‘Diatribe’ is on my son’s domain it will remain open and available for anyone wishing to post a story or commentary.  So please “Talk amongst yourselves.”

I apologize to the two or three of you that actually read this piffle and trust you’ll seek counseling.   So for now it’s I’ll see you later or perhaps a formal re-structuring of this our humble forum, but it will all depend on the next several months.  I wish each of you continued success and wish you the best.  Thanks for the last six years; it’s been the best kind of therapy for this old curmudgeon.  Take Care.

THE MANAGEMENT

  • Dv_ant

    “The poor beast has been hypochondriacal for several days, and I am glad to procure this little distraction for him. I hope it will dissipate it. I cannot bear melancholy faces; hypochondria is the fate of fools who have no mental resources.\” Victor CherbuliezZuki and the brain cloud
    Mike having become employed at a large company with health benefits had made his first visit to the Doctor in 20 years. The quacks salivated and prepared diagnosis like ancient alchemists preparing Horoscopes with an astrolabe: money money money chanted the nurses,
    A series of blood tests yielded Bronze blood (Iron filings in the liver) Mike quit drinking Vodka and swore off masturbation he even went so far as to throw away the largest collection of midget porn in the United States. Zuki was so convinced that he actually died, as chronicled in these very pages.
    Now that Dr Coffin had milked that for all it was worth a new medical problem has emerged from a stress test and a Colonoscopies. The Doc’s hand was so far up Zukis ass that in Arkansas they were legally married. This stressed our hypochondracal Mr. Z so much that he flunked his stress test. What a surprise that was well. Now either we had a heart attack and failed to notice it or fear had Mike’s scrotum hiding in his diaphragm. (Well it also could be the doctor’s glove he lost up Mike’s ass.)
    I think we should skip ahead to the eventual diagnosis of a Brain Cloud realize that As it is, to have our time back, even for this short while, is indeed like gold in our hand.
    So Shut the fuck up and drink your Vodka you wimp. I don’t have my psychotic girl friend around to pump me up but I quit wining in a day or so. Jesus Christ no more tests.
    DV ANT

  • zuki

    I have wine hidden in a false wall discovered late Thursday night.  C’mon let’s get blitzed!!

    • Bagwan

      yeah right Geraldo

  • Bagwan

    Given the recent selfish actions of our host and the fact that they don’t serve wine at this stupid thing, I am calling for an all out boycott of First Friday — an evening walk through the Sante Fe Art District featuring no art, no wine but plenty of cheese.

  • zuki

    My apologies to Nasty for all the work he did transferring to and setting up the new site.  I look forward to seeing you and the birthday boy tonight at ‘First Friday’. 

  • Anonymous

    Well, there goes my bathroom reading…

  • zuki

    I just finished the last batch of pigs and given the latest commodity reports I may be in serious trouble!  It seems the Chinese have tarriff free access to the US market!  I’m fucked!   

  • Bagwan

    You cannot just give up on us. We look to you to open up the book, to question our lives. I appreciate the confusion of your purpose, you have to understand that you have opened up a vein. You sir do not get to walk on just because you are trying to move a truck load of ceramic pigs — life just doesn’t work that way. 

  • zuki

    “Marching Boldly into the next disaster” is a small price to pay when you consider the alternative.  Ceramic pigs continue to be an untapped commodity and are ripe ready to harvest.  The business plan I shared with the Bagwan fully explains the marketing strategy of hiring blind people.  Can’t miss.

  • Only OHLAFF

    Ars gratia artis… “Art for the sake of Art”… or… “Art for Art’s sake!”

  • Bagwan

    fez, I am glad you put “art” in quotes. There are some who simply don’t believe that ceramic pigs are are art. Without getting into that debate, I think we should all realize that Zuki is just giving in to the pressures of commerce. Obviously, he has no opportunity for financial gain by continuing to expose the world to this drivel (or is it dribble). He wrote a business plan for his art enterprise and has shared it with me. The buying season for ceramic pigs is limited and if you aren’t ready to strike when the iron is hot then you may as well not even be in the game.

    Apparently the peak of the ceramic pig buying season is nigh. He either builds inventory or sucks an egg. I think we should all stand as one and cheer our hero as he marches boldly into his next disaster.

  • Bod1x

    Oh now we know
    Cracks in the windshield starting to show
    Driving force of curmudgeons wrecked
    On the side of the clay road.
    The Blues
     
    We paid our dues and screamed to the sheeples
    Rebarbrative toxic waste
    An old brand of in your face
    To no one
    The Blues
     
    And wasted we are
    Seeking for home at another bar
    Leboski and losers, Talkative truck drivers
    Lonely Trivia players
    The Blues
     
    It’s been coming on for some time now
    The  end of an era
    Burkina Faso, the Raven
    Stories of shit  Bag and JJ
    The Blues
     
     
    Fitting this arrives with the false rapture
    As the quest for Art and Huggos
    Steals his soul
    Unrequited
    The Blues 

    • zuki

      Dv’ant….perhaps the most eloquent piece you’ve ever done.  Thanks

  • fez

    Well suck eggs!  I just get started and zuki bails out for “art?”  Cripes I guess it’s back to Andy Griffith reruns

  • Bagwan

    I guess we should have smelled a rat when the Jackwagon was seen scurrying off this sinking ship. I for one thought that when Zuki reintroduced art to his so called life that it would open up a whole new rich vein of material for the Diatribe — I guess not. Zuki might be one of those you fellows you hear about who can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.
    Oh well, we all know that death is part of life. I just never thought that the Grim Reaper would be some dufus named Only Ohlaff.

  • Bagwan

    I guess we should have smelled a rat when the Jackwagon was seen scurrying off this sinking ship. I for one thought that when Zuki reintroduced art to his so called life that it would open up a whole new rich vein of material for the Diatribe — I guess not. Zuki might be one of those you fellows you hear about who can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.
    Oh well, we all know that death is part of life. I just never thought that the Grim Reaper would be some dufus named Only Ohlaff.

  • Only OHLAFF

    When I informed Just JACKWAGON that The DIATRIBE was going on hiatus… he whooped and hollered like he had just won the Lottery!… he deropped the phone and did a couple of victory laps around his compound… when he returned to our secure land line, he took sole credit for “bringing The DIATRIBE down to its knees!”

  • Only OHLAFF

    When I informed Just JACKWAGON that The DIATRIBE was going on hiatus… he whooped and hollered like he had just won the Lottery!… he deropped the phone and did a couple of victory laps around his compound… when he returned to our secure land line, he took sole credit for “bringing The DIATRIBE down to its knees!”