Bunkerhill Zine

New Song Posted on Myspace, "Heist"

2009-09-07T23:15:00.000-07:00

New song "HEIST" is now posted on myspace! Give a listen and add us, if you haven't already. =)Lyrics:Seconds too lateTrue time,we wasteBuild certain fatesFalling grey skiesCalling ofwildHere we come

New Song Posted on Myspace

2009-08-17T09:23:00.000-07:00

myspace.com/blacktablebandNew Song Posted, "Helen, Speak to Me of Rome"(Photo credit Marcus Vidaurri, Texas 2009)

New Music Project - Black Table

2009-08-11T10:21:00.000-07:00

Another music project has been born from a hot afternoon, guitars and recording software. We decided on the name, Black Table.Ryan Fleming (Colony, Ex-Randall Flagg) and I (Ex-The Beau-Traps) are playing guitars and I'll be doing vocals (if any). Drums are machine made for now.This music will be different from my previous experience, which was more 60's influenced. Our love for post-metal, some

Free Book Plate created by Mers

2009-07-27T16:03:00.000-07:00

"Ex Libris" by MersDownload here.Book Plates are something you rarely see these days. A small decorative piece of paper claiming you as the owner and keeper of a private collection of precious, hand picked books.I went searching to try and find something to my liking, but my search was short however, it was not uninspired.I decided to create my own design.Clothing, shoes, music, film, food,

Two New Books

2009-07-02T08:48:00.001-07:00

In the morning yesterday, when I left my apartment in Jersey City to work in the city, it was humid, hot and sultry; if you were a mold who likes wet and hot spaces, complete sex (like my kitchen sink). By the early evening it was cooler, I would say the light was like the inside of an oyster shell, silver and smooth.In New York, nice days, pretty days are kind of rare as of late. The winter was

Lazy Sunday Pencil Doodle

2009-06-29T15:52:00.000-07:00

skull, morels, pansy, and caterpillar. eternity.

Waiting Lions in Jersey City

2009-06-25T14:12:00.000-07:00

I was walking down Erie St, when I saw this magical vision.

New Painting - THE GATE

2009-06-23T08:03:00.000-07:00

This was a Birthday gift. The painted scene is recreated in oil paints from the Birthday-ee's first demo cd cover art.Oil painted clouds on reclaimed fashion magazine print paper. Hand drawn "Phooka" figure on shrinky dink paper, baked in ink.The "phooka" is a character created by Brian Froud. An illustration I have loved since I was very small. I redrew it freehand for this."Phooka", Brian

Part I : The Mark - Short Fiction by Mers

2009-06-10T20:22:00.000-07:00

This is the start of a novella. No title yet. I'm thinking 5 parts.Part I : The MarkThere was a loud darkness to my right, a vacuum filling my ears with space, time, and other things I didn't understand. I closed my eyes.When I opened them the tv was on but the images I was starring at became slow moving, unfamiliar shapes and sounds. I looked down at my knees, they appeared strange, amputated,

Antique Apple Peeler

2009-06-08T07:10:00.001-07:00

Bought this at an antique store in the Adirondacks called Raven and Ring Antiques. Its a beautiful mechanism. There is something magical about devices like these, they can work forever, they can be repaired, they can be dismantled and created into something else, its tangible - you can hold it and bring it to life with your participation.

John Fante - 1909-2009 A Hundred Years

2009-04-10T09:05:00.000-07:00

My friend Brian C. forwarded these links to me which celebrates John Fante as this Wed was 100 years since his birth. Thank you!There is not a day that goes by the Fante is not in my mind, in my soul, in my hands when I touch or my eyes when I seek to understand; he is a kind of amulet for me.John Fante's great gift to Los AngelesThe long love affair between a city and the author of "Ask the Dust

The Self-Important Jackass

2009-02-25T18:46:00.000-08:00

The Self-Important Jackass or "Epitomizing everything that I fucking hate about the human race"by Marcus VidaurriHe will approach you as the initial intention to prepare your first meal of the day crosses your mind, on a workday. To his credit, he will not know this is your first priority, as there are no obvious signs, but his unintentional courtesy ends there. He will, however, see that while

The Beau-Traps - Whose Got the Fear?!

2009-02-13T07:23:00.000-08:00

Hear our song "WHOSE GOT THE FEAR?!" onwww.wearedreamers.comAlso check out: thegalactica.comsundrysullen.comxo -mers

Trully Uninspired - by Marcus Vidaurri

2009-02-04T15:55:00.000-08:00

Marcus is a good friend of mine who lives in LA and wears sailor hats. He sent this to me and I really always adore nihilist writing when it's poignant.Trully Uninspiredby Marcus VidaurriEverything irritates me. People and politics. Those concerned with the world's well-being and the further survival of the parasitic human animal. The death-fearing. The life-hating. The poets and their muses.

Attempt at the Flemish Technique - Hand Study

2009-01-09T07:44:00.000-08:00

I have been painting for a few months. Well, more than a few. I started with acrylics. I found them brittle, aggravating and unforgiving. I created three pieces with acrylics:Artificial Love - The Devil is in the Detailsacrylic/handmade frameArtificial Soul - The Devil is in the Detailsacrylic/handmade frameThe Dark Mennoniteacrylic, charcoal pencil"Artificial Love" and "Artificial Soul" are

MANTIGERS RETURN - Martys Escape - by Mers

2008-12-17T12:14:00.000-08:00

Marty relinquished the behaviors that cracked his knees and made his fists bleed. He felt tired, unable to build up the want of more destruction. He felt at an end, what he knew, what he was, was over. This city was a tomb now, built with the dead of his skin and hair and nails, refuse of biology and time, the shit stained toilet paper traveling through the pipes to the wide, wide, wide ocean.

The Request - new short fiction

2008-12-14T12:44:00.000-08:00

"Don't you corrupt that boy."He was over six feet tall, but he seemed smaller, humble...as if kneeling with his gentle request.She smiled, barring her teeth but then closed the lips around them. The hunger and appetite gleamed on the teeth, that feral dark seething through the cracks. A bruised hand wiped the clenched lips, and then reached up and over his shoulders to encircle his neck and

LAST DAY ON EARTH - Short Fiction 2003

2008-12-04T12:32:00.000-08:00

The sun shone behind the city, filling the horizon like a tequila sunrise, the cherry just peeking through the blinds, flushing my face with pink bars. I sat on my bed, leaning my chin in my hand and adjusted my head so the rose light went straight into my eyes. I kept them open until they began to feel dry. Lights radiated inside my lids. I sat there for a long while and when I opened them,

The NO to Compromise

2008-11-18T12:07:00.000-08:00

there's a block like a rise of smoke from placessecret and hidden, but inside something is breathingeating up fuel and crumbling to exhaust.A signal off in the distance, but I dont want to return.The steamy breath beneath my feet,as I run on a drought of concretelaughing, screaming, dying leaping over the end of the world into the violent face of surrender.

Beautiful day in NY

2008-10-26T09:40:00.001-07:00

"Misconceptions of Obama fuel Republican campaign" vid response

2008-10-22T10:46:00.000-07:00

This is a thought-response on this video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRqcfqiXCX0The minds that loiter in the crotch and belly of this "great nation" are like dirty little crabs seeking nothing but and only sustenance, the chill of thinking beyond the simple and easy leads up to clans such as this, their loyalty is the kind akin to the other extreme - Liberalism. Though we agree with that

Micro Poem - The Water

2008-10-17T13:29:00.000-07:00

Let me die upon a river.Where the water creeps my flesh up onto like a wasted lover.Have my heart carry down, and evaporate back into sky.

The Chivalry of Crime - 1872

2008-10-06T09:06:00.000-07:00

The Kansas City Times, September 29, 1872The Chivalry of Crime"There is a dash of tiger blood in the veins of all men; a latent disposition even in the bosom that is a stranger to nerve and daring, to admire those qualities in other men. And this penchant is always keener if there be a dash of sin in the deed to spice the enjoyment of its contemplation..."

2008-10-03T09:21:00.001-07:00

O Death,hold me up,towards the heavensacross the universein streams and dreams -O Death,is that the blue paleof life behind you?-MersI took some photos of my friend Meik! and wrote a few words for my dearest freind, Death.In return he did a photo shoot of me...here are a few of my favs:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2890675105_0a931ba3ac.jpg?v=0http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2890675631_

Mersisms, I guess?

2008-09-10T09:05:00.000-07:00

In a world where one is not hunted as food, one is hunted by other hardships that evolutionise the self in ways that are based on interaction and processing, rather than physical evolution, ie longer legs for faster running. The predator is the teacher. - mers