Z/S/H//

Birthday party (2012)

2012-02-07T10:41:00.000-08:00

Either dance

2012-01-29T18:28:00.000-08:00

( ONE )
Form shuttle theatre seat grooming
the (side dance org) suit
shops around eleven in the morning,
on shale tea organism
shuttles down reef technologies,
tamed into the rusty shit filters
(mycelium along with other plants that do this)
into a pond of new life,
growing into the summer drain,
a flower bed shoots up
during in-flight cancellations,
drooling doors to the side show sits\
perched between now and now (then) (future)
The fake light destroyed,
weaving cattle into their dream, (Not my dream)
working details out of
the nightmare
possibility
( two )
Grail jewel
the rose set
sinking in
the night,
my earth rises to the foreground of
this pecking order
fields, the loose ship sleeping in
the rune shield,
there inside precognitive particles of
absolute crystal (the dream
reconstruction device)
Un-earthed fragile light
reconfigured to life, from
withering tools we must throw away,
since the day of torture,
the day of oil,
the day of new groups
emerging/ Wrong, we
must have them back to
torture if not mechanical (now) torture, then
backwards graze
simplicity, down empty failure, (the threads are yet still coming together)
Drive but remember I drove a
crystal hovercraft, before you decide your
flight creation (KILLS) has nothing compared to
the quartz flyer I used to drive, (fabrication)
the set design is not to be
used again, that is why we crumbled our eyes then.
A clue had been emerging in the seat of our father.
Change
decided
door
number 134,
form had lost control, these
bodies absent of care to the simplicity -
the past had made us dangerous and unrelenting.
It is now
time to
merge
both
our
technology and
the modern
via PERMA CULTURE
and SOUND
HEALING.
( : +Z : )
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NEW PAINTINGS DECEMBER 30th NEW ZINE

2011-12-24T14:17:00.000-08:00

My new paintings will be hung in the Star E Rose cafe on 24th and Alberta December 30th is the reception and they will be up all of January.

___SECTION PRESS. Surrealist editions. (2011) just released a new booklet

entitled MEMORIES ON THE FLOOR distant walls (download free pdf here). A collection of poems written by myself a collection of B&W photographs, a collection of ink drawings. Copies of this are for sale on a sliding scale for 3-5 bucks.

Also a reprinting of the (2008 section press) release ACID SEX just came out and is for sale or for trade 2-5 bucks.

MARY MARK PRESS just published one of my poems on a broadside and those come with all purchases from our press.

_____________________

+zach

www.zachabstract.blogspot.com

From the section press

www.blackmonsterzine.weebly.com

2011-12-16T16:05:00.001-08:00

http://convozine.com/users/15074

SURREALIST EDITIONS

I got an art show in january PDX - SAN FRANCISCO

2011-12-07T19:33:00.001-08:00

PDX:

Exquisite Corpse From KIRK PERRY'S Creative writing class

2011-12-07T19:20:00.000-08:00

today I take video of my friend Wolfie

2011-11-30T14:44:00.000-08:00

Psychic meatloaf published two of my poems

2011-11-12T17:30:00.000-08:00

TWO POEMS came out from psychic meatloaf (a journal of contemporary poetry 2011) (poems)
by me. \
A collection jars is looking at the future (Section press 2012)

new vids being displayed in Florida (BY ZACHARY SCOTT HAMILTON)

2011-11-12T17:04:00.000-08:00

Caroline tigress reviwed my zine

2011-09-12T15:01:00.000-07:00

The orchestra of machines reviewed by Caroline tigress.

Exquisite corpse by Molly Pettit and Zachary Scott Hamilton

2011-08-25T20:36:00.000-07:00

(Slack Ranch) Napa, California

Marmalade of ladies foot

morning glow obtained through liquid train hopping, trespassing

a receipt.
Split halfway down my spine –

A SOFT TOUCH OF

microfiber that folds

the sound of machines into

silence, retreat on board

a slow board where the

switches are. Orange glow

with black RETINA WHERE THE

LANGUAGE IS BASED.

Saturday, the lonely day

I swallow just to be there

and smell the air

up river

road trip summer 2011 Photographs by ZSH And Bryon Phillips

2011-08-15T03:10:00.000-07:00

Otiliths just published a piece by me

2011-08-02T00:23:00.000-07:00

Poem: 

Young lungs 

Otoliths  Issue 22

Tue, August 2, 2011

-Zachary Scott Hamilton 

2011-07-05T17:52:00.000-07:00

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//She's paused: peeling oranges and ruins of metallic pork chops to fix the window in her retina//

2011-06-04T14:43:00.001-07:00

We ARE THE MICE COLLECTIVE______________________________

2011-06-02T09:28:00.000-07:00

___________________________Find more pictures at the Mice collective website

2011-05-31T18:21:00.000-07:00

New Orleans

______________________________Las Angelas

2011-05-21T13:01:00.000-07:00

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2011-04-23T16:08:00.000-07:00

AT THE SLACK RANCH
Napa, California
(on tour with HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!)

BY ZION ONE 2011
______________________________

2011-03-21T17:02:00.000-07:00

(AUTHORZACHARY SCOTT HAMILTONINADRESS)

Isle number one

Silver panel case forty five grooves

Blue emblem fifty grooves a side

Black shell, aluminum alloy

Brain case in thin light warped

And white tiles lined my body.

The underworld of sub-articles and this

Automatic Haunted hand stringing code

with crocheting needles.

A slow stress cuts grooves while loading files

And going through a passage of illiterate frequencies

and wires.

I am nothing but a built in man,

Formed

Out of iron cobras, latching onto your suit jacket with clarion and

into the ear of a poor man sticking his head

In the jungle, into the blasting beats of the jungle, rhythmically shaking

Off his life.

The process is sickening and hue of clear venom, teeth, latching

Thick skin makes me glow worm blue, makes me remember my

Chrysalis, anchoring itself into a substrate, and moulting.

I think in the way computers think,

Stringing code, weaving patterns in a quick manner.

Going from place to place quickly

Lots of pressure

Everything broken down into sections,

Links here and there

attaching thoughts to colors.

Manipulate data according to a set of instructions

Record human history

I have the ability to store and record lists of instructions

Called programs

Given enough time I will be able to store thousands of bits of information.

2011-03-17T16:31:00.001-07:00

Photographs By Bryon Phillips At the Hub
Our show in centralia including live painters
and projections
I am on the drums
Molly Pettit is playing key boards
Luke phillips is in the green suit playing guitar.
Kaili is the boy in the hunters hat with the other guitar

______________________________

Ignavia press published a piece by me

2011-03-12T14:26:00.000-08:00

Read a short story from my latest novel THE TEACUP OF INFINITY here

2011-03-08T23:18:00.000-08:00

Zachary Scott Hamilton standing in front of _VARIANT
before a performance
author photo courtesy of Christopher Onstott

The batshat magazine just published 4 pieces by me

2011-02-13T02:32:00.000-08:00

preview batshat volume 2 by clicking here

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Media virus published a piece by me

2011-02-07T11:45:00.001-08:00

Zach Hamilton

3 Poetic Selections

by Zach Hamilton

1.\CY/BS \CIGARETTE YARN/ BUNK SYNAPSES

“The view was excellent, my mind had conquered ageless barriers between dream old voice: and rubber
and had definitely slipped and fell upon this new form of a human race, built
on top of basins of rubber and plastic. The factories built yarn.
There was a main source humming in
front of my eyes, down the hill, raising from out of the ground, resting in
plastic basins; a giant bubble or half sphere as well as
thirty four similar structures, glowing in hues of orange blurring
pollution that made the way only slightly into my retina as I walked.”
”PLEASE HURRY UP AND SHOW ME HOW HIGH THE
PRE_HISTORIC BLEED LINE IS>>> IN THE DARK>>> YES, I WANT
TO SEE HOW YOU WILL FIND ME IN HERE under all of these cigarettes strung together in new voice:>”
GUESS AGAIN,
”What about the pig feet’s?” It struggles to hide a jar of pig feet under a bundle of cigarette yarn.
NEVER ASK THIS QUESTION, human. It shackles the jar and it shatters.
Don’t look up… VIRTUAL MADNESS COMES OVER US IN THIS
DARK ORANGE CITY>
Now they are coming in their cleaning machines.
The buzz of their engines growls over the factory floor,
It smells like skin and paper and pig, I taste fear and touch wet glass.

Violet Glasses #1.2

Effervescent limestone
on my head wakes me to the
weight of it. Crashing through the geyser.
Makes me smell like mountains. I sniff my velvet.
So much moss,so much funny blue.
Stalactite dreams melting
down me.
Heavy headdress, lights a ruby (green)
Sweaty armpit(s) down the river (slope of time)

Hair at the end of
a rooster and then floating up through argyle as thoughts,
turtles perching in a smile-a-dactil.
and then stalagmites and stalactites. Rushing rapids
Rinse and repeat.
Wake up.

Walk home.

Foliage.
In and out
Dreaming/rinse and repeat
Walking/rinse and repeat
Winter.

Bone meal plexiglass
and snow in the stage–
this is what we wanted to be
with the limousine squat.
Home in everything.

From: Long Beach Weed

Secrets lie deep,

in the chest of gold coins.

Puget sound winds

trying death on empty subjects yes,

but generally haunted as the town may be: by spirits and demonic skin, ghouls and ghosts, aren’t all of the evil plans meant there. For others passing through, on an occasional weekend getaway, also in that place is an evil lurking far deeper, within the well water of the parking lot. A cursed man once sipped freely, a sprite young lad with no intention on leaving or staying around passed by, thirst on his tongue from the herbs and medicines of that locality, dripping with longing for something deeper soothing, found a pipe with fresh pure water pouring from with music and ballet. This stoned and dumb individual secret lingered there long over hanging the pipe in lusted thirst quenching grossness, unaware of that cruel devil he were ingesting in side of his cotton mouth. A girl strung around them at the time had more words than he, belonging to the curse upon these waters deep from in the well that made it so he would no longer leave this Olympia Washington for seven years or more.

The water had curse in it.

An Interview With Zach Hamilton

by Lawrence Gladeview and Stewart Grant

1. Your poetry has an abstract, almost stream of consciousness feel to it. Do you take a Kerouac-ian, spontaneous prose approach to writing, or are these piece edited?

Every piece I write, I write twice and then print or publish on line, then re-write again. If I ever take a break from a piece of writing it loses its gloss and I scrap it for parts, so to use those parts for other pieces. “Pave over it with sterile wax.”

2. Throughout literary history the use of substances such as opium and absinthe has been debated as to their place in the creative poetic process. Do you think that drugs, legal or illegal, are a legitimate muse?

I use drugs to visualize secret places I could normally not see,I like the kaleidoscopic patterns mushrooms produce, and I have not do pcp, mescaline, or d.m.t. But I love acid dearly. The patterns, man the patterns…Dear friends of mine have these open mics that they run where they serve “drugs” around. It creates this sort of atmosphere that “the lowest of the low” can function inside. I like this atmosphere for writing poems and reading poems. I write in the weirdest places, squat houses, abandoned and condemned warehouses, though, on the greyhound, in a graveyard in the middle of a town, stuck hitchhiking. I write on drugs, mostly uppers: coffee, 3c’s, d-amphetamines, Nodose RX, anything that will keep me alert. I am like that guy in Neuromancer, wandering around a strange hallucinogenic world popping speed pills in my mouth and fucking girls with razor blades for finger nails. Cigarettes and booze. Acid and mushrooms…I spend time with these later , after re-viewing my mind map In this stage of the writing process I coordinate myself through my stories. Thinking of them while high. Speed just helps with the first drafts, speed and rum.

3. These pieces both create very strong images despite the metaphysical language. Are these selections inspired by concrete places and experiences, or are they more of a capturing of ideas and concepts?

I spend a whole lot of time in strange, murky places living in Portland, Oregon. There is a whole plethora of these types of spots around the city, worn down by water leaks and grime, I’ll sit up in a cafe for like twelve hours working on one of these poems until it is perfect. I hope to inspire people so they will climb up into my mind with these works as steps.

The Bat Shat published my poem on page eight: Volume 1, Issue 1 IN FULL

2011-02-01T01:05:00.000-08:00

The Bat Shat: Volume 1, Issue 1 IN FULL: "The Bat Shat v.1.1 Complete"

There are very interesting poems in this magazine and you can read it all online, which is good for paper.

-ZACH

2011-01-21T18:17:00.000-08:00

Author sipping coffee a seven am after being beat up during a long night of drinking space bags by a fire
(jumped in the parking lot of fred meyers around ten thirty pm by a gang of thugs, that led to the february publication of his four poems Heart break appearing in Letter founder zine)

FROM: Orbital Structure Soothes Life

2011-01-21T18:12:00.000-08:00

| Fingers tense thin magic// Sheet music branches reach down and taste the lake// White paper finger in liquid ripple musical notations, phrases |

ISMS PRESS PPrinted some of my poems in their print zine out of the UK

2011-01-20T20:33:00.000-08:00

Pharmacopoeia published some of my poems in their UK publication SEIN Und werden//

\\ _VIEW accompanier //e|zine\\ ON LINE HERE.

Order a copy of

PHARAMACOPOEIA

From UK's publisher

ism's

Copies of Sein und Werden

bought within the UK cost £4.50

not £4 as I stated.

Copies cost £4

within the UK, $8.50 to the US

and 6.50 EURO.

Payment

can be made via paypal to

seinundwerden@gmail.com

BEING AND BECOMING //PHARMACOPOEIA published a piece by me

2011-01-16T13:51:00.001-08:00

AVAILABLE TO BUY - the new issue of Sein und Werden Pharmacopoeia,  featuring poetry, prose and artwork by Janann Dawkins, Michael  Estabrook, A A Garrison, Zachary Scott Hamilton, Mark Howard Jones, Marc  Lowe, Michael Mc Aloran, Shannon Quinn, Noel Sloboda, Willie Smith  and D H Sutherland.

Copies cost £4 within the UK, $8.50 to the US and 6.50 EURO. (All prices include p+p). Payment can be made via paypal to seinundwerden@gmail.com or r_p_kendall@hotmail.com. Please email with any queries.
Go get...
Rachel Kendall
http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/sein.html
http://www.xanga.com/kissthewitch

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Performance text issue ten

2010-12-24T13:00:00.000-08:00


Mail 1979 by Tom Cassidy

Karawane magazine published my poem 'Pace makers and cigarettes' under pseudonym Bison Kiln in issue ten .

You can download the PDF of the whole magazine on the Karawane website. 

[REPOSTED FROM KARAWANE WEBPAGE]

"Karawane, or the Temporary Death of the Bruitist  is a journal of experimental performance texts, including avant-garde  spoken word poetry, plays, performance art texts, and more!  We started  publishing in 1997 with our first issue out in 1998.  We have published  erratically, but have tried to get an issue out roughly once a year.  

Until  recently, we have been publishing in paper copies, but like so many  journals, to cut costs we have decided to go online.  Each issue of the  magazine will be available online for free for one year and after that  will be retired.  We're still going to publish the journal in PDF form  for now, so you can download copies of the entire journal.  This feels  the most like reading a regular journal and you can print it out page  for page like a regular journal.  This is our compromise for now between  a paper and online journal.

Issue #10  has been out for a little while but is only now available online (see  below).  Look for issue #11 in winter 2010.  Our theme for that issue  will be hidden performances.  Send us your hidden performances,  reflections on hidden performances, etc.  You can also go ahead and send  us any other work you think is worthy!  Deadline for issue #11 will be  October 15th, 2010.

Happy reading and joyful performance!"

KARAWANE MAGAZINE

2010-12-23T11:53:00.000-08:00

PINK PARTS//

2010-12-23T11:32:00.000-08:00

The show and tell open mic DECEMBER 6th, 2010

2010-12-22T23:58:00.000-08:00

The Show and Tell Open Mic

December 6th, 2010

featuring Doug Spangle, David Cooke, Lacey Mulford, Ashly Salmon, Buddy Bee Anthony, Blair Vail, Zachary Scott Hamilton, Jenna
Podcast (stom-1): Download (Duration: 38:17 — 26.3MB)
Astrid Alexia, Will Keyser, Jordan Hotchkiss, Jesse Mazzola, Walt Curtis and Jessica Coshatt

Ashly Salmon

Podcast (stom-2): Download (Duration: 42:10 — 29.0MB)

Portland Open Mics and Readings

2010-12-22T22:39:00.000-08:00

reposted from INFLECTIONISM

Portland Open Mics and Readings

Show and Tell Gallery
What: Featured Readers and Open Mic
Where: Three Friends Coffeehouse, 201 Southeast 12th Avenue, Portland
When: Every Monday, 8:00pm-9:45pm
There is a weekly 7pm-8pm Preformance that proceeds this.
Stonehenge Studios
What: Featured readers and open mic
Where: Ross Island Cafe, 3502 SW Corbett Ave, Portland
When: First Sunday of each month, 7-9pm
First Wednesday
What: Features readers and wine tasting
Where: Blackbird Wineshop, 4323 NE Fremont in Portland
When: First Wednesday of each month, 7-9pm
Tony’s Tavern
What: Open mic
Where: 1955 West Burnside, Portland
When: Every Thursday, 8pm
Paper Tiger Coffee House
What: Featured readers and open mic
Where: 703 Grand Blvd., Vancouver WA
When: 3rd Thursday of each month, 7pm
Writers on the Edge
What: Featured readers and open mic
Where: Newport Vistual Arts Center, 777 NW Beach Drive, Newport, OR
When: One Saturday every month

Open mic podcast Luke and I are on here

2010-12-22T22:12:00.000-08:00

Here's the open mic. I go to on Monday night
in Portland, Oregon
at Three friends coffee house.

I am reading with my friend Luke in the background on clarinet.

Show and Tell Gallery Art. Caffeine. Community. Good Times. Beginners Welcome

Share and Enjoy:

Podcast (stom-1): Download (Duration: 1:07:39 — 46.4MB)
featuring: (part one) Patrick Bocarde, Christine Homitsu White, Ryan Harter, Night Love, Max Linden-Levy, Chelsea Tyler, Mary Otte, Eric Hanson, Fred Melcher, Zachary Scott Hamilton and Wayne Flower

Podcast (stom-2): Download (Duration: 1:03:38 — 43.7MB)

(part two) John Sibley Williams, Mark S. Strizan, Trevino, Connie Maza, Chelsea Matthews, A. Molotkov, rick j, David Deserano, Jordan Hotchkiss and Simon Diamond.
December 13th, 2010

Chelsea Tyler

A. Molotkov

ZACHARY SCOTT HAMILTON
__________________________________

Journeysintospace[at]gmail[dot]com

CONTROL PANEL

2010-12-17T16:55:00.000-08:00

Hair land made zine of the month at IPRC!

2010-12-07T12:39:00.000-08:00

The independent publishing resource center
has selected my zine "Hair land" for the zine of the month
click on the zine cover to follow the link to their site
and check out my write up
The I.P.R.C is rad!
-Zach

2010-11-01T17:49:00.000-07:00

The Bats hat
just published my poem MILK STATION (PHASE MAGAZINE) on their e-zine on page 8

THE BAT SHAT
(for those who take offense, please consider us THE BAT'S HAT with no
gumption for anthropomorphic possessives)
www.thebatshat.us

:: Otiliths A magazine of many e-thing, just selected one of my pieces for issue nineteen on their blog.

2010-08-31T19:11:00.000-07:00

ARTSITE
new paintings (2010)

SEIN UND WERDEN
clandestine encounters (2007)

CLICK THE GUN FOR :(ENTERVIEW/ENTERVIEW)

2010-02-03T22:51:00.000-08:00

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2010-01-18T15:17:00.000-08:00

2010-01-18T14:10:00.000-08:00

top right: I had been experimenting with collage on the whole trip to Austin and finally had a place to sit down and do it, this piece was created on one of the nights at the hookah lounge, one of the girls currently working there had a craft night where we could kick back and make stuff.

This is one of those, built from crayon, markers, pencils, what have you.

Left photo: Graffitti on washer and dryer (on our way to austin texas, we stopped to pan handle for gas, it was Brion, Luke and myself, Brion with the gas can and Luke and I explored this old house near the gas station and found these old washers and dryers, i did the tags on them and the photograph.)

My home park got turned upside down

Left: An inverted picture of GRESHAM main city park after the construction on the old play area.

Sketch from one of my journals
that I tried to use for a book I was trying to publish.
INK ON PAPER,
61/2 +4

Here, we have a foot step on side walk downtown portland, 2009. Photograph for pattern study of painting.I like the way it seperates in four places here.

This place was really cool, Luke and Brion found it out in the middle of the dessert, on our way to Austin, Texas. We painted the pole there, you can kind of see it. The next day, we came back for these photographs and workers had found our handy work and they were not happy, ended up tellin' us to fuck off.

On our way to Austin

2010-01-11T22:51:00.000-08:00

DIFERE

2010-01-11T14:26:00.000-08:00

Abandoned factory (they made bricks there) like 2000

2009-10-30T14:54:00.000-07:00

Repairs/station five

2009-08-10T15:52:00.000-07:00