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Victor Brauner - Two Paintings

 


Pour Nicole - 1960



Pochoir - 1951
 
 

Retarded Poet

I held her throat all night.
    No bruises.

Stars were singing all night
    in a violet ring
        with a little pink microphone.

There was bad news from Mars
    roses freezing in carbon dioxide
Bad news under my brain
    bare nerves reaching for anything
        like a lizard's fingers
at the top of her spine
    where a lizard was thinking.
 
 

Donkeys

 
 

Rose-Atropine

Chicken running around in the yard
with its head cut off
    nightmare running around
in another nightmare
    head still rolling its eyes
pinhole stars on the back of my eyelids

It's a very small world
    farmyard full of bright stars
        lilac iris rose-atropine

Rainbow-fountains converge
     behind the constellations.
 
 

Tonga in Afghanistan

After more than 12 years of occupation, 104,900 foreign soldiers
remain in Afghanistan, including 68,000 from the USA, along with
many, many other contingents from such faraway places as Tonga,
Iceland, Mongolia, and El Salvador.

55 Royal Tongan Marines in Helmand Province!

Mongolian infantry at Kabul International Airport!

25 Salvadoran commandos at an undisclosed location, somewhere
in Afghanistan, November 23, 2012.
 
 

Fuck-World

Have you heard the good news, mother-fuckers?
I heard it from an oven-bird!

Have you heard the good news, mother-fuckers?
I read it on the moon!

Have you heard the good news, mother-fuckers?
It's a fire that eats everything!

Every word is a curse!
Every word is a curse!
Every word is a curse, mother-fuckers!

Every word is a curse in your fuck-world!

I heard it from an oven-bird!
I wrote it on the sun!
 
 

Game of Images

 
 

Flea Market

Long Beach - November 18, 2012
 
 

Blue Haiti - Maggie Steber

http://www.audacityofbeauty.com/index.php
 
 

Shanghai Is Bigger and Brighter Than New York!

Surprise, Walmart Nation! Shanghai is much, much bigger and brighter than New York!


Ground Zero, more than ten years after 9/11.
 
 

Kristen Stewart Tickles Kirsten Dunst in Cannes!

 
 

Exotic Animals

Have you ever killed a cat?
Don't act like you couldn't do it!
I loved my gnu and you ate its aorta!

Have you ever killed a cat?

Your mommy is a nematode!
You're old and ugly!
All you really want to do is
diddle your ungodly gonads!

Have you ever killed a cat?
 
 

Boffo

Boffo - William Hawkins
 
 

Princess

Anorexic
princess
undresses
at Hollywood and Vine
and so what if sardines eat her wallet?

She and I are alone in the nacreous twilight!
 
 
 

NO PASARAN!

"Global warming isn’t a prediction. It is happening. That is why
I was so troubled to read a recent interview with President Obama
in Rolling Stone in which he said that Canada would exploit the
oil in its vast tar sands reserves “regardless of what we do.”

"If Canada proceeds, and we do nothing, it will be game over for the climate."
 
 

Same Old Story: Three Photos by Joan Colom 1958-1964

 
 

Your species is fat and stupid!

 
 

In the Age of Dinosaurs

Way back then everything was a lot less heavy,
and a real brontosaurus could bounce around as lightly
as my son's inflatable brontosaurus in the bathtub.

Sometimes I climb down
to the bottom of the toy-box and eat
dinosaur meat in the age of dinosaurs

It's exactly like eating a cloud.
 
 

Politics?

 
 

'Military Humanitarianism' in the Twilight of Empire

"Military humanitarianism" is a phrase coined by Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Zizek in the Guardian to describe the rationale behind the US invasion of Iraq and the Israeli invasion of Lebanon.

Under this doctrine, military intervention is dressed up as humanitarian salvation, justified according to depoliticised, universal human rights, so that anyone who opposes it is not only taking the enemy's side in an armed conflict but betraying the international community of civilized nations.

The United States is happy to reserve the privilege of "humanitarian war" for itself and Israel, preserving "universal human rights" against the threat of terrorism, but now that Turkey is claiming the same privilege to defend itself against Kurdish terrorists, "the community of civilized nations" has undergone a strange contraction.

For American neo-conservatives, Israel and the United States have always been the only "civilized nations," like a strangely disconnected Dual Empire surrounded by barbarian wilderness, and other nations could only attain a status of semi-civilization by slavishly endorsing every military adventure generated by the exigencies of American and Israeli politics. Tony Blair was the paradigm of a "good barbarian," and Zizek's homeland of Slovenia also enrolled itself under the banner of the "Coalition of the Willing."

Now the "Coalition of the Willing" is just a tattered memory, oil is selling for $96 per barrel, Turkey is about to invade Iraq for a much better reason than the United States ever had, and Russia has aligned itself with Iran against an American attack. The United States has long since run out of money to buy oil from the almost uniformly hostile oil-producing regions of the world, every aspect of the American economy depends on foreign credit, and every trinket in the national treasury has already been pawned to Chinese banks.

Professor Zizek feels the current of history flowing east, and in his role as a good Slovene he is preaching a radical realignment away from the twilight Empire of the United States, Israel, and even the American dependencies in "old Europe."

Only by means of a "sectarian split" from the standard European legacy, by cutting ourselves off the decaying corpse of old Europe, can we keep the renewed European legacy alive.

As the real power of the United States declines, national pride can only be assuaged by inflated rhetoric and exaggerated symbolic displays. In the glory days of American supremacy, General George Marshall wore three rows of decorations, but General David Petraeus is adorned with nine rows of meaningless hash, none of it commemorating anything like valor. Likewise George W. Bush embellishes his pitiful blunders with grander and grander pretentions, "military humanitarianism" rampant on a field of gold, and the stupefied electorate is only dimly aware of how far its Empire has already fallen.

(Re-posted from EuroTribune November 3, 2007)

2012

 
 

The National Pants

Obama is like these pants. Mitt Romney is like
even worse pants. We're a nation of poop-flingin'
monkeys!

In the Nineties I thought that "enlightened self-interest"
was the appropriate attitude for political activism in the USA.

Around 2003 that turned into "raging obscenity."

Now it's more like "retarded absurdism."

GOO-GOO-GAH-JOOB!
 
 

Stations of the Cross

Is your soul in detox?
Is your dongle beeping?

Bingo!
Bingo!
Bingo!

Everybody is a star!

We own the arcade, and all of us are
face to face and crazy to crazy
on the blazing stages.
 
 

Little Black Sambo and The Poky Little Puppy

Little Black Sambo is the sort of boutique "issue" that
middle-class liberals love to obsess about, while they
sell out the unions, the environment, black America,
and even themselves, but there's nothing racist about
the book itself, although not every illustrator of one
or another of the many, many editions created a masterpiece
like Gustaf Tenngren's illustrations for Little Golden Books,
and likewise with The Poky Little Puppy. It's the all-time
best-selling children's book in the USA!



Gustaf Tenggren's early work betrays the influence of Arthur
Rackham and similar fairy-tale illustrators of the pre-WWI
British book trade, but in Little Black Sambo and The Poky
Little Puppy, he was probably closer to the magical perspective
of Susanna and the Elders.


 
 

Smiling Faces of Iran!

Smiling Faces of Iran! Down with USA! Down with Israel!
Obama Has Big Ears! Ayatollah Looks Like Santa Claus!
From New York to Tehran, we're all puppets on a string!
 
 

Earthquake

Head-bone connected to the hip-bone!
Hip-bone connected to the moon!

Is this a hoax?
Am I your taxi?
Is it time to die?

Do re mi fa so la ti do!
Why is everything singing?
Why is everything singing everything?