" Toothless poodles no.3 "

31.01.08
Uvieu,Espana


.... I was out with the dog this afternoon
the brother growled and snorted the whole time
we walk the route of the furs, the giant gold
framed glasses and gold
keeps a drippin' as the sun
reflects off the diamond earrings
as big as a big zitt.... she's gives me a shot to the ribs
as shes a passin' like a truck or a steam liner, thinkin she 's
smaller than she really is. Helieo growls a mean dog growl..
..."It's the dog ,
thats a growlin'...not me." I said,
"... Huff " she huffed... all good.

Bueno.

...the shot to the ribs was'nt as
well placed as those brutal shots
I've taken in the Rastro of those Gitianos
in the Campillin looking for little treasures,
so we knew, that's Helieo & I
this was just a majurja
and like us both
...lost in the 80's
and her own Felini trip...


...Fur and gold and big tacky diamonds,
One, with one's headfones on...
( I've got hit by a bus the other day with my head fones on
a blarin' The Ramones...."Blitzkreg Bop", to be exact,
and of course I'm fine, I'm writin'
and still steppin' on toes
ain't I...? )
...and oblivious to the this beautifully
complicated langauge, Castallaño,
one would think one was in Palm Beach, in
November, " The Season "... another drippy gold and BIG
fur coat scene...or No ?
Seems really universal, multi-use,and transferable. Cool.

All good.

Helieo breaks the ice
gettin' closer and a sniffin'
at that GIGANTIC fur coat
...." AYeeeee..."
Ayyyyyes the majurja...
Helieo's now up on the BIG fur coated
Señora....and she's lookin' at Jess...that's me,
likea " Will you please control your dog..." sorta look...

Helieo. A Westi, and is probably one of the coolest
guy's trapped in the body of a
Westi, a walkin' the face of this O this
smaller an gettin' smaller third planet
from the sun... and that's when he's bein a dick...
a true saint, that smells and pisses on things
but a a Fuckin Saint non the less...

... I'm thinkin' about that weak, amature shot to the ribs...
so I am, and my moral and or
legal responsibilities in this
O this surreal and common situation...

" fffffffsiiiiiiiseeeeeoooooo " I whistle,
the signal...
Helieo looks...
and like the cool brother he is,
trapped in that weird little body
of a Westi, and all,
comes directly to me ,
gives me a sniff ...,
then goes back to the marjua....
...and
piss's on the BIG fur coat, and growlin' a little
Westi growl

...Ok, so I'm alittle ashamed...
but not too much. I can live with it, ya know..
Helieo,
as cool as he is ,
is seemingly un-effected.

One day I will write the book
...On, ... Las Marjuas, La defensa final..."
One day....


Be well todo mundo,
J. Level

...another beautiful care free day....

30.01.08
Uvieu, España

This day, a year ago, I was sitting with the Russian and the Bosinan
the Truks and the guy from Moldavia, playin' cards and smoking cigarettes,
in Malaga... The beautiful Costa Del Sol...and we all know where,
and for why, and who's wrath caused all this really...

Today will be a better day than that one,
freedom has a way of being that way, better.

I'm goin' out and walk around, it's early
and the streets of the Mall (oviedo)
will be empty, quiet and mine.
Can't take that away...
Nope.


Be well todo mundo,

J.Level


Painting: " Ascending Men" 56x64 cm oil on linen whereabouts "unknown". Huh.

"... Hombre en botella "

28.01.08
Uvieu,España

...This needs no comment...or no ?



Be well todo mundo,

J. Level

painting: " Hombre en botella " 70x60 oil on linen whereabouts, saddly, "unknown". Huh.

... Ain't the second world but you can see it from here...

24.01.08
Uvieu,España

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you'll notice that the page "Stolen Paintings"
is no more. The woman, and we know who she is, filed a warrant against the page and it's author, and it has reached the courts. the world has freaked, again ...,and I am indignant... like always. This system of justice is biased, and it's looking like they are going to permit this evil woman to walk free with 86 paintings, and 8 years of my life... Ain't the second world but you can see it from here...

One may still help, should one buy a Jess Level Painting in Spain, please ask for a declaration of authenticity and a receipt of the sale,and contact me at Jlevel77@yahoo.com, or contact the National police....This is all we've left, friends. Sorry, crime is crime, and in this case crime is NOT crime...go figure.

Some sad shit brothers and sisters... I'm pretty tired of this injustice. It's getting pretty disgusting, the impunity some people think they posses....with all the mayors of Marbella in jail and a level of accepted corruption at an all time high, their going for the immigrant... again. The Freakshow continues...

Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

the painting : " San Mateo no.5" 81x101 cm oil on linen. Whereabouts..."unknown"...huh.

The Crazy guy in my barrio...

24.01-08
Uvieu,España

The crazy guy in my barrio
screamed and directed traffic
until the cops came.
They were seemingly kind enough.
He screamed,
"Tu no sabes quien soy"
you don't know who I am
" Yes we do ", the cop said
" ...your the cousin of the
Mayor, and we're taking you home..."

Sometimes, I envy the truly
and visibly nuts.
Innocence and opportunity
and video cameras everywhere
the brother is an actor
and beside the drunken russian
who sings opera infront of the
city hall they could be confused for
the famous, which they are you know...
I know many nut's people, so I do.
Yesterday was a good day...
got autographs from the two artists
and the cop only poked me once
with the billy club before
telling me to
" Move the fuck on..."
in spanish of course...
and that looks like this...

" Vete a mierda ya !!!!"

...gotta love this weird
and beautifully complicated land...
Theres room, when ya'll commin ?.


Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
...and yes Dan, I am still pissed at
your sever lack of sensitivity...j



c2008 " The crazy guy in my barrio"

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " pt.10 " Plan-X "

Jesus thought: " I wish Jane Hathaway were here...
Susan and Dave ??? where the hell could they be...?
... and what if those little blood sucking monsters
do something to the van...??? "...staring over the window sill
over at Lil' Mocos, whom had the 8 to 8 watch, staring back
at Jesus.

Jesus yelled... " Your lucky Jane Hathaway's not here you
little bug eyed slimeball..."

Little Mocos smiled... " Plan X, It's working... " he sniffed.

to be continued...


Be well todo mundo,
J.Level
c2008spl " The freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death"
foto: Columbia Pictures

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death" pt.9 " ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!..."

...They sat 4 days in shifts staring at Jesus staring back at them from the van.
Jesus was freaked. The lil toothless poodles were pleased with their plan, all was going well ...Death had come out a few times, but to no avail.
...Warren pleaded. Warren begged. Nothing. He tried a bribe, then extortion
" DON'T make me call your Dad, Jesus...", nothing.
...Venus "whom caused all this really", started it, " Hey !!! " she yelled,
" will ya'll leave the poor muthafucker alone!!! " getting up from her chair on the porch
" uh oh... here we go..." said Grandma Death. " cough---hack---wheeze, said Dawn, lightin'
up a Pal Mal...

...Susan sat in the pale green waiting room of the Camoron parish jail on a blue plastic
chair reading the posters on the wall..." D.A.R.E, drugs are really expensive..." she
giggled. The fat cop behind the desk gave her a look of authority...Susan smiled.
" ahhh-mamn...ahh-, if you'd just come with me ahh-, we a few papers for you to sign
and your " Husband " will be ahhh-, free to go..." Susan only herd the word " Husband "
engulfed in her fariy tale dream " Mr. & Mrs. Dave Kelposki..." swooned Susan...
" Ahh- Mamn ?" said the fat cop, "...Ahh- if you'll just step this ahh- way..."
" oooo " said Susan, " of course..."

...Dave was a mess, always had been. Dave sat on the steel bench with Rufas, Bertrand, and Paco,
all drunks, all " the usual suspects " and all staring at Dave, whom was trying to explain
what "...fallin' thru a cloud of dogs,smokin'..." felt like.
Dave was a mess.
As always.

...The fat cop said " HEY YOU ! hippy !!, ahh- Kelposki, David, R. ahh- your sprung.
Bag an baggage ! ahh- roll it up. your wife's waiting..."

...Dave said, " ... It was like flyin', no ! like swimmin' on fog...but watch out for the
giant butterfly nets, and the guy's in the white coats...


...Venus " who caused all this really " said, " Now you listen to me you dramatic motherfucker, they are just little old decrepit
dogs. You WILL get your God Damned, opps , sorry, ass outta this damned van and get your
self into the shower, Damn, I can smell you from here...and... Are you listening to meeee !!!!!
don't you dare put on those fucking head fones, you schlep !!! I've had just about enough of this shit Jesus ! Don't make me put my foot in your ass now hear !!??...

...Grandma Death said, " your chance is commin' there lil 'Mocos..." to lil Mocos, whom stared
bulgingly toward the sound of her voice..."

...Dave Kline said, " This is a conspiracy ".

...Death said, " This is a freakshow..."

...Domingo said, " ...I never say no, I say thank you..."

...Warren said, " ...DAWNNNNNNN, where's the bug sprayer hun ? "

...Venus " whom caused all this really" said, " ...HEY !!! Jesus, look...
you gotta a rollin paper don't ya..??!! " holding up a big juicy bud.

...Jesus said, " you are being very insensitive..." holding up the pack of Zig-Zags.

...Dawn said, " Cough-hack- cough- wheezzzzz..."


to be continued...


Be well todo mundo...
J.G.L...I love you dearly.

J.Level
c 2008spl " on..."The Freakshow and is passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death"

...all seem's well

11.01.08
Uvieu,España

...So, 11 days into the game
and all seems well. Huh.

Friends, detractors, critics
I am alittle dry, and promise
something worthy
of your time soon...

Go see this http://www.ashesandsnow.org/en/portfolio/

be well todo mundo

J.Level
foto:c spl2008

on..." The Feakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death... Part 8 " Susan and Dave, and alittle more of "The Story"

" ...The white zone is for loading and un-loading of passengers only...."
droned the southern drone. Dave waited.

Susan was walking down the ramp from the plane in deep thought
and alittle awkwardness, she'd just had a "lifting", the day Dave called
asking her to fly in for the weekend...
" ...Looks like another case of face fire, put out with a brick, darling..."
said Jose, Susan's cuban hair dresser, back in " the civilized world ".
"...I do sooo hope those disgustun' little dawg's have croked already,
for christs sake...ooops, sorry Jesus..."
Susan walked on down the ramp...

Dave waited in the bar as they had planned.
Dave drank.
Always had.
Three hours in an air port bar later, Dave saw Susan,
and Susan saw Dave. Susan sighed.. " Ahhh, here we go...."
Dave got up off the bar stool, and falling
flat on his face..." like thru a cloud of dog's, smoking....."
Dave would later describe to the police....
and then again to the guy's in the white coats, with the nets.

This was the first visit to Camron Parish in five years...
Susan was alittle paniced and alittle bit more
than ready to face down Dave , " I 'm not getting
any younger Dave, my love..." she'd rehearsed in the mirror
for two days.. And there was her love, a " a Bukowski child "
with a net over him, the guy's in the white coats looking Dave over.
She would later describe to the police...".. He's not like the
other boy's, officer, he's a " BUKOWSKI CHILD", she yelled,
as the cops were hcuffin' ol' Dave up , looking up at Susan,
looking down at him, pinned, and not in his best moment,
" Nope this aint' Dave's best moment..." thought Dave
to himself...

The cop told Susan she could " bail Dave out ", in about three hours.
Susan herd the words but was far away....in the big city
Charlston, South Carolina...
" I could be in bed and this would all had just
been but a night mare, and I'd wake up and say
" My fucking God !! oop's, sorry God...",
" it was only a nightmare..."...Thought Susan.
"...Nurse !!!!" half whispered Susan, to the bartender,
"...another Tequila, and a beer... anything imported...".
" What happened to your face ? " aske the bartender,
pouring a rather long shot of the Sauza gold....
" a lifting ", said Susan...
" Oh..." said the bartender, looking at her own face in the big
bar mirror...

Jesus said, " Susan will straighten all this out... Susan...
always had a good head when the panicing started...so she did."

The plan was this, they would just sit and stare. Miredina and Lil' Mocos,
24 hours a day, there would be those bulging eyes ...
like blasting rap music, or el Fary, or a Jerry Farwell speech..
Staring into Jesus' soul..."Pure hell ..." snorted Lil' Mocos...
" He'll break... Hey fucker !!!!! look!!! ", Mierdina pissed on the fence post..

Jesus trusted in Susan.
Watching the little dog's talking amoungst themselves..
and a little more than worried...Jesus worried...
" Damn, where are they ? Susan, she'll save the day...
" ..LIKE JOHN FUCKING WAYNE !!!! You little rat dogs..." yelled Jesus...
and Mierdina sniffed..." Huh..."

to be continued.



Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

foto:JGL/Pat

on..." The Freakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 7 " The Story, according to Mierdina..."

02.01.08
Uvieu,España

Jesus freaked, " I'm not getting out of this van until you chain and muzzle those beasts Warren !!!! " he screamed.
Warren said; " ahhhh, come on man...their just little dogs..." chaided Warren.

Jesus contemplated the words " just little dogs..."
" Just little assassins...
Just little terrorists
Just little blood sucking alien monsters, is more like it..." Jesus thought.

Jesus said, " No way Warren I aint' gettin out !!!! "

Mierdina sat infront of the van staring at Jesus " you gotta come out sometime..." she thought.
" Got all the time in the world, you bastard. All the time in the world. You'll pay... spray painting
poor little Mocos..." sniffed Mierdina...

Jesus watched little Mierdina watching him...
" I can sit here another 8 days no problem..." thought Jesus...

to be continued...

Be well todo mundo.
J.Level

foto: bbc