Monday, December 30, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
My Life in the Mind of a Parrot
"Hello. I'm a talking pig."
This voice was obviously emerging from the cage of a large green parrot,
which was partially concealing its beak with one claw,
like a terrible amateur ventriloquist.
"Oh, ex-cu-u-u-se me!" the voice continued.
"Did I say pig?"
"I meant to say parrot."
This voice was obviously emerging from the cage of a large green parrot,
which was partially concealing its beak with one claw,
like a terrible amateur ventriloquist.
"Oh, ex-cu-u-u-se me!" the voice continued.
"Did I say pig?"
"I meant to say parrot."
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
Maniac
When they tell me the infinite joke,
I stick my fingers in my ears!
My mind is everywhere and nowhere.
I stick my fingers in my ears!
There is no infinite joke!
So whacha gonna do,
you who never had any
you who never had any
you who never had any hope?
You can laugh like your leg just broke!
You can laugh like broken bones.
I stick my fingers in my ears!
My mind is everywhere and nowhere.
I stick my fingers in my ears!
There is no infinite joke!
So whacha gonna do,
you who never had any
you who never had any
you who never had any hope?
You can laugh like your leg just broke!
You can laugh like broken bones.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Radio Topeka
This is Pop-Pop-Pop-Papa Toolbox reporting for
Topeka Hot Topix and this is my sidekick
the am-oozing
the am-eezing
the amazing
Pop Squid!
Blimey! I'm Pop Squid!
Is this sex?
Wot eez zeez "sex" zey speek uff?
Eez eet zee oozy-woozy woo-woo?
Eez eet cow-bouncing?
Eez eet zee bow-wow boogie-woogie?
And now...
And now...
And now it's time to spin
the top ten pop hits in Topeka tonight
for all you sweet ladies
floating so far away in the dark.
Topeka Hot Topix and this is my sidekick
the am-oozing
the am-eezing
the amazing
Pop Squid!
Blimey! I'm Pop Squid!
Is this sex?
Wot eez zeez "sex" zey speek uff?
Eez eet zee oozy-woozy woo-woo?
Eez eet cow-bouncing?
Eez eet zee bow-wow boogie-woogie?
And now...
And now...
And now it's time to spin
the top ten pop hits in Topeka tonight
for all you sweet ladies
floating so far away in the dark.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
World's Greatest Tight-rope Walker
World's greatest tight-rope walker is walking along
on his rope when an agent runs into the circus-ring.
"Hey, world's greatest tight-rope walker! I got a
beautiful deal for you! Movies, TV, video-games,
action figures, endorsements, the works! Your act
is going global!"
"What act?" asks the world's greatest tight-rope
walker, and when the agent looks up again, the
world's greatest tight-rope walker is already far,
far away, on the infinite tight-rope.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Club
Show me your junk!
You think I'm joking?
You're the joke!
Uncork your little cruet, cutie!
Crunk that hunk!
Unzip your suture!
Suck my tusk!
You think I'm joking?
You're the joke!
Uncork your little cruet, cutie!
Crunk that hunk!
Unzip your suture!
Suck my tusk!
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Snow White and the Seven Jesuses
This looks like a story about Mary Magdalen. I mean, that would
make sense, wouldn't it?
But it's really an interview with the psychiatric nurse in charge
of the Jesus Ward in a vast asylum.
Is this a difficult assignment for you, Nurse White?
"Not really. Most of the time they just float around the ceiling,
performing miracles-at-a-distance and referring to
themselves as the luckiest seven Jesuses in the world."
How many Jesuses do they think there are, all together?
"Eight."
And why do these seven feel so lucky?
"Because they weren't crucified!"
make sense, wouldn't it?
But it's really an interview with the psychiatric nurse in charge
of the Jesus Ward in a vast asylum.
Is this a difficult assignment for you, Nurse White?
"Not really. Most of the time they just float around the ceiling,
performing miracles-at-a-distance and referring to
themselves as the luckiest seven Jesuses in the world."
How many Jesuses do they think there are, all together?
"Eight."
And why do these seven feel so lucky?
"Because they weren't crucified!"
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Hex
What I want is love and a hundred sexes!
Will you be my blood-angel?
Will you be my witch?
Will you be my witch for a hundred sexes?
Will you be my blood-angel?
Will you be my witch?
Will you be my witch for a hundred sexes?
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Snejana Onopka
So you're sitting around in some swanky café in Kiev (where they still let you
smoke in cafes) and Snejana Onopka sits down at your table and gives you that look.
You may be gay, you may be straight, you may be super-cali-fetishistic-XP-alidocious...
You may be male or female, you may be a dog or a cat, you may be the skeleton of a
long-forgotten pirate accidentally re-animated by some comical deity...
But whoever/whatever you are...
You melt into the moment.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Nine Nakednesses
I saw nine nakednesses on my way to Paradise
and for all I know there may be a
new and different nakedness in every atom.
I saw
so much shining
that after the first
nine nakednesses, I was as blind as Moses.
and for all I know there may be a
new and different nakedness in every atom.
I saw
so much shining
that after the first
nine nakednesses, I was as blind as Moses.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Translation
This is a poem that translates into darkness.
Get down on your knees!
Give away all your money!
Forget about art!
My friends!
Are you
more like a tweet, or more like the
heat of a thousand suns?
Are you the golem in my genome?
Are you daughters of art?
Are you money?
My darlings!
Ring every alarm!
Hock your bling! Hock your bong! Hock your karma!
Get down on your knees!
Give away all your money!
Get down on your knees!
Give away all your money!
Forget about art!
My friends!
Are you
more like a tweet, or more like the
heat of a thousand suns?
Are you the golem in my genome?
Are you daughters of art?
Are you money?
My darlings!
Ring every alarm!
Hock your bling! Hock your bong! Hock your karma!
Get down on your knees!
Give away all your money!
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
August in Bel Air
I saw your ghost on TV
and it was a
trac-trac-trac
tragic ac-ac-accident, they say
Ghosts on the radio
loganberries under the hedgerows
an apocalyptic
slowdown on Sunset Boulevard
Kisskisskisskisskiss...
Bang!
Who was that masked man?
Who was that masked woman?
Now we'll never know, and
those
old
photographs of ourselves are burning
and it was a
trac-trac-trac
tragic ac-ac-accident, they say
Ghosts on the radio
loganberries under the hedgerows
an apocalyptic
slowdown on Sunset Boulevard
Kisskisskisskisskiss...
Bang!
Who was that masked man?
Who was that masked woman?
Now we'll never know, and
those
old
photographs of ourselves are burning
Monday, August 12, 2013
Installer
I'm an XXX Extreme Gamer.
Are you my moonbeam?
I work 77/7/365!
I work 77/7/365!
Are you my moonbeam?
Am I your installer?
Friday, August 9, 2013
Mustard
Some tomatoes turn white.
Were they ambushed by albumen?
Word!
I'm as bald as an ostrich.
I'm as bald as an electron.
I'm as bald as mustard,
and you can't pay for mustard with mustard!
Were they ambushed by albumen?
Word!
I'm as bald as an ostrich.
I'm as bald as an electron.
I'm as bald as mustard,
and you can't pay for mustard with mustard!
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Wetland
Do you know where we are?
On what continent?
In what cosmos?
Do you own this dinette?
Did you build it?
Did you forge the knives?
Did you cut up the victims?
Did you cook the meat?
Did you eat it?
Do you know where we are?
On what continent?
In what cosmos?
Do you own this dinette?
Did you build it?
Did you forge the knives?
Did you cut up the victims?
Did you cook the meat?
Did you eat it?
Do you know where we are?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Zihuatanejo
¡Ay, caramba!
¡Ay, mi carajo!
I saw you on the beach at Zihuatanejo
and you saw me.
¡Ay, caramba!
¡Ay, mi carajo!
¡Ay, mi carajo!
I saw you on the beach at Zihuatanejo
and you saw me.
¡Ay, caramba!
¡Ay, mi carajo!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Ennui
ennui épouvantable
ennui fou
ennui/fleur au feu rouge
ennui/feu au fer bleu
ennui épouvantable
ennui fou
ennui fou
ennui/fleur au feu rouge
ennui/feu au fer bleu
ennui épouvantable
ennui fou
Saturday, July 27, 2013
A Song About Phonics
Let me sing you a song about phonics.
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
PHONICS!
You'll be screaming for your mommies
before you get out of here!
Screaming for your mommies!
PHONICS!
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
SCREAM!
PHONICS!
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
PHONICS!
You'll be screaming for your mommies
before you get out of here!
Screaming for your mommies!
PHONICS!
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
SCREAM!
PHONICS!
TRA LA-LA LA-LA LA-LA LA
TRA LA-LA TRA LA-LA TRA LA!
Monday, July 22, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Fantônyme
Ainsi je parle!
Impossible!
Si!
Ne suis-je
Fantômas anonyme?
Internet du nom!
Nom du nom de la belle...
Ô la belle ô la belle ô la belle saison!
Ton beau font!
Mon pont romain!
Fantônyme!
Impossible!
Si!
Ne suis-je
Fantômas anonyme?
Internet du nom!
Nom du nom de la belle...
Ô la belle ô la belle ô la belle saison!
Ton beau font!
Mon pont romain!
Fantônyme!
Friday, July 5, 2013
Oubliette
cul à cul
bec à bec
avec
mon ami
y-grec
oubliette oubliée!
minuit absolue!
ami
enfant
abruti
sang
sifflé
bec à bec
avec
mon ami
y-grec
oubliette oubliée!
minuit absolue!
ami
enfant
abruti
sang
sifflé
Jour Brisé
rien ne manque!
ni Nicole ni Coco
ni Coco ni Nicole
voilà le jour brisé
nuit
ébahie
hélas!
laisse tomber ton poulet!
la folie
y passe
ni Nicole ni Coco
ni Coco ni Nicole
voilà le jour brisé
nuit
ébahie
hélas!
laisse tomber ton poulet!
la folie
y passe
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Are you my sex-zoo?
This is my sedan.
This is how I get to work.
I work at a sex-zoo.
Are you my twin, or are you my taxi?
Are you my twin, or are you my sex-zoo?
This is how I get to work.
I work at a sex-zoo.
Are you my twin, or are you my taxi?
Are you my twin, or are you my sex-zoo?
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Not Safe For Work
You're cute as snot, but I
only fuck robots.
Are you drooling in my cubicle?
Did you lube my truck?
Are your brains in your knuckles?
Are you safe for work?
only fuck robots.
Are you drooling in my cubicle?
Did you lube my truck?
Are your brains in your knuckles?
Are you safe for work?
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
You and Me
One of me is ten seconds ahead,
one of me is ten seconds behind.
This is more than I want to know about anyone!
One of me is an eyeball,
one of me is blind.
This is more than I want to know!
Oracle in the cellar, fresco-rose!
Are we falling
farther and farther from our
heart's desire?
I don't want to know!
one of me is ten seconds behind.
This is more than I want to know about anyone!
One of me is an eyeball,
one of me is blind.
This is more than I want to know!
Oracle in the cellar, fresco-rose!
Are we falling
farther and farther from our
heart's desire?
I don't want to know!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Count by Dreams
I know this dream is censored and condensed.
Are you wearing a cumberbund?
Are there scars on your underarms?
Do you own an arboretum?
Did you flounce through the tombs?
Can you dance by the numbers and count by dreams?
I'm your slave, says the six.
I'm your crazy ex-wife, says the seven.
I'm the angel in your underpants!
It was all about sex!
It was all about money!
It was all about sex!
It was all about money!
Numbers burned under numbers,
dreams burned under dreams.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Tadpoles
Are we men, or are we
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Are we men, or are we
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Tadpoles!
Tadpoles!
Are we men or are we men or are we
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Are we men, or are we
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Tadpoles!
Tadpoles!
Are we men or are we men or are we
Oedipal tadpoles?
Tadpoles!
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
Ack!
Wake up, stupid!
Get out and buy yourself a battleship!
It's the Attack of the Spastic Masturbators!
They attack from Bangkok and Bucharest,
and they always die happy.
Get out and buy yourself a battleship!
It's the Attack of the Spastic Masturbators!
They attack from Bangkok and Bucharest,
and they always die happy.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Mop
Swampers walking home from work at
6 AM and I'm jammed in a limo with
everyone I know or ever knew.
Or maybe I'm riding a mop-truck,
and everyone I
know is a
mop.
6 AM and I'm jammed in a limo with
everyone I know or ever knew.
Or maybe I'm riding a mop-truck,
and everyone I
know is a
mop.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Iraq Iran
Spank the sissy!
Spank the sissy's kin!
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
My beanie is bigger than your bedpan!
I nabbed your baby!
We can always breed again!
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
Can you paint the constellations,
or buy Batman back from the cinema of bedpans?
Am I under your beanie?
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
Spank the sissy's kin!
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
My beanie is bigger than your bedpan!
I nabbed your baby!
We can always breed again!
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
Can you paint the constellations,
or buy Batman back from the cinema of bedpans?
Am I under your beanie?
Win in Iraq Iran Iraq Iran Iraq Iran!
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Rhipicera femorata
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Bum
My decoder ring is beeping.
I assume it's a call from you.
You wanna talk about regicide?
I'm already dead!
My I.D. is a dental enigma!
I'm the Thumb of God!
I'm the Thumb of God, and you're the
only bum who knows my number.
I assume it's a call from you.
You wanna talk about regicide?
I'm already dead!
My I.D. is a dental enigma!
I'm the Thumb of God!
I'm the Thumb of God, and you're the
only bum who knows my number.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Capybara
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
1947
All I ever wanted was a little bar&grill
with a couple of strippers and a runway.
Ribs, strippers, and bibs!
That's the ticket!
Ribs, strippers, and bibs!
with a couple of strippers and a runway.
Ribs, strippers, and bibs!
That's the ticket!
Ribs, strippers, and bibs!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Mommy
I share my roomette with a torturer.
He or she calls me "Mommy," as in
Mommy, will you help me write an exculpatory memo?
I was born in a morgue!
I probably got hit by a meteor!
I hate the taste of blood!
I hate the taste of blood!
Mommy!
If we only had a boat, or a sofa-bed!
We could watch TV on our sofa-bed, or sail
far far away.
He or she calls me "Mommy," as in
Mommy, will you help me write an exculpatory memo?
I was born in a morgue!
I probably got hit by a meteor!
I hate the taste of blood!
I hate the taste of blood!
Mommy!
If we only had a boat, or a sofa-bed!
We could watch TV on our sofa-bed, or sail
far far away.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Lens
Are you the lens of my unlicensed laundromat?
I am.
Did you burn all my underpants?
I did.
Are you my brain?
Are you my sandwich?
I ham who I ham!
I ham who am.
I ham who am and I
burned up all your underpants!
I am.
Did you burn all my underpants?
I did.
Are you my brain?
Are you my sandwich?
I ham who I ham!
I ham who am.
I ham who am and I
burned up all your underpants!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Generation X-Ray
You may be the pearliest
particle-laureate at M.I.T.
or you may be
the most
ulcerated actuary in Petaluma
You may be fathers and daughters or mothers and sons
You may be nothing and nothing and nothing
particle-laureate at M.I.T.
or you may be
the most
ulcerated actuary in Petaluma
You may be fathers and daughters or mothers and sons
You may be nothing and nothing and nothing
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Bad Nicknames
Are you holding my tow-line?
Am I your balloon?
Can you teach me serology?
I'm the Gizzard of Oz!
O ye mighty digerati!
I'm the Gizzard of Oz!
Gag me with a bean!
I can gargle anything!
I can gargle a clam!
Burn the sauce!
Boil the serum!
Burn the sauce!
Boil the serum!
Repeal my peruke!
I'm the Puke of Earl!
Am I your balloon?
Can you teach me serology?
I'm the Gizzard of Oz!
O ye mighty digerati!
I'm the Gizzard of Oz!
Gag me with a bean!
I can gargle anything!
I can gargle a clam!
Burn the sauce!
Boil the serum!
Burn the sauce!
Boil the serum!
Repeal my peruke!
I'm the Puke of Earl!
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Calf-Skinner
I'm a calf-skinner.
Are you a calf?
Can you recite the alphabet?
Count to ten?
What's the square root of 27889?
I'm a calf-skinner.
Are you a calf?
Are you a calf?
Can you recite the alphabet?
Count to ten?
What's the square root of 27889?
I'm a calf-skinner.
Are you a calf?
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Star
Duck quacks under the radar
Duck says you're a star
Duck quacks under the radar
Duck says you're a star
Duck walks into a bar and asks for
water water water water water water
Duck says you're a star
Duck quacks under the radar
Duck says you're a star
Duck walks into a bar and asks for
water water water water water water
Monday, April 15, 2013
Bollywood Romance
You were born with seven moons,
but I'm your first planet, and you met me on Bollywood Boulevard.
You could also call it love in a bucket.
Am I your map?
Are you my panther?
Am I your planet panther tantra?
but I'm your first planet, and you met me on Bollywood Boulevard.
You could also call it love in a bucket.
Am I your map?
Are you my panther?
Am I your planet panther tantra?
Friday, April 12, 2013
Glass
love turns into glass
love turns into glass
i am ash of your ash of your ashes
glass of your glass
love turns into glass
i am ash of your ash of your ashes
glass of your glass
Thursday, April 4, 2013
The Gumby Tree
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Flying
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Madeleine
I'm walking around my old neighborhood in
Paris with a couple of childhood friends, and the little princess says
"Let's all smile sadly for about an hour and get it over with."
Paris with a couple of childhood friends, and the little princess says
"Let's all smile sadly for about an hour and get it over with."
Monday, April 1, 2013
Breton - Glyn Warren Philpot - 1917
This is just about certainly Glyn Warren Philpot's masterpiece, painted IMHO with the
sure hand of absolute conviction, and entirely outside the mainstream or even any of
the well-known sideshows of art history as it's usually described in 1917, and very
uncharacteristically painted with a cool gray and brown palette which Glyn Warren
Philpot never employed before or after, as far as I know.
Was Geronimo an orange?
Was Geronimo an orange?
I saw an orange painting of him with a pocky complexion even.
Unstoppable gigantic
orange rolling down on Yankee soldiers,
orange
crazy for revenge, revenge infinite, infinite revenge.
I saw an orange painting of him with a pocky complexion even.
Unstoppable gigantic
orange rolling down on Yankee soldiers,
orange
crazy for revenge, revenge infinite, infinite revenge.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Museum of the Indian
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Fish from Thebes
"Spearing Fish, c. 667-647 BC Egypt, Thebes, Late Period, late Dynasty 25 to early Dynasty 26,"
or so says the Cleveland Museum, where this limestone slab is now exhibited, but their elaborate
description is virtually meaningless, except the location (Thebes) where they dug it up, and
their own collection of objets d'art attributed to Dynasties 25-26 isn't really much more
than a hodge-podge of conflicting styles.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Vanity
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Santiago Canyon Road
Tens of thousands of acres of beautiful open country remain undeveloped
in Orange County, California, but almost all of it is locked up in a few
enormous holdings, and almost none of it is accessible to you or me or
anyone we know, or even anyone who knows anyone who knows
anyone who knows anyone we know.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Jonah
Most of us are amateurish masturbators.
We want Jonah to throw up the whale!
Bake my ghost!
Tweak my heehaw!
What we really need is multiple urethras!
What we really need is a trumpet voluntary!
But here we are, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...
Here we are again, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...
We want Jonah to throw up the whale!
Bake my ghost!
Tweak my heehaw!
What we really need is multiple urethras!
What we really need is a trumpet voluntary!
But here we are, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...
Here we are again, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Post-Election Blues
What you wanted was a
rock'n'roll
Jesus who would eat your creditors and excrete codeine.
What you got was a hay-ride with 500 horny oldsters!
Suck my eggs!
rock'n'roll
Jesus who would eat your creditors and excrete codeine.
What you got was a hay-ride with 500 horny oldsters!
Suck my eggs!
Friday, January 25, 2013
Charis Wilson - Edward Weston
From Charis Wilson's obituary in the Economist, December 10, 2009...
"Soon she knew Weston's ideas well enough to write the text for his photographs,
his applications for grants and his articles for photographic magazines, for words
came easily to her as they never did to him. She took the notes, on her clackety
Royal typewriter, and also drove their puttering Ford on the giant western trips
they made in the late 1930s; the books that resulted, notably “California and the
West”, were as much hers as his, but she was seldom credited."
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Diet
Transmute drunks into umbras,
nausea into abasement, debutantes into butter,
meerkats back into debutantes, butter back into butter.
Then what?
Then nothing!
No more drunks, umbras, nausea, or abasement!
No more debutantes!
No more butter!
nausea into abasement, debutantes into butter,
meerkats back into debutantes, butter back into butter.
Then what?
Then nothing!
No more drunks, umbras, nausea, or abasement!
No more debutantes!
No more butter!
A Sacred Pause at Time Inc.
"A sacred pause?" Are these cogs in the great machine of Time Inc. self-important or what?
"The pitch meeting is a moment for the department to come together to look at images and discuss
ideas as a group. It is a sacred pause in our very hectic week."
The sacred pitch meeting! Gag me with my Nikon!
But apart from the grotesque personality disorders of the staff, what I hate hate hate about
"Lightbox" is that you can look at 50 of their photos in which people appear, and there aren't
any recognizable people in them! Nothing but "examples!"
I'm looking through their Best Pictures of the Week for January 11-18 and after 22 just about
the most individualized is "A Hindu Holy Man."
Would you recognize this guy, or anybody else in the frame, if they all jumped out at you right
now, while you're looking at the picture? Of course not!
This is anti-human garbage, and it deserves to be "appreciated" with a hammer.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Indus
My name is Khalid Irfan.
Today I woke up in Skardu.
Tonight I will sleep in Mohenjo-daro.
Five stars are my fathers.
Five rivers are my sons.
In the mists above Karachi,
how many droplets jostle and coalesce?
Contracts and marriage vows dissolved
by the law of water.
From Kang Rinpoche to Sapta Singhu,
water woven into wind,
wind woven into water,
blue into blue.
Today I woke up in Skardu.
Tonight I will sleep in Mohenjo-daro.
Five stars are my fathers.
Five rivers are my sons.
In the mists above Karachi,
how many droplets jostle and coalesce?
Contracts and marriage vows dissolved
by the law of water.
From Kang Rinpoche to Sapta Singhu,
water woven into wind,
wind woven into water,
blue into blue.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Orphans in Paktia Province, Afghanistan
I keep trying to conjure this image out of my brain. There are maybe five
or six versions of it floating around on the internet, all the way from black
and white to super-saturation, all of them attributed to different photographers,
but as far as I know, nobody lays a definite claim to it, and neither would I.
The traditional textiles of tribes from as far away as Oruzgan are represented
in one or another outfit here, and now they all dwell together in some God-forsaken
shed in Paktia, while 96% of American "aid" to Afghanistan is devoted to military
operations.
What I Learned in Iraq
Did you learn how to fly?
Yes, I learned how to fly,
and I learned that
none of us
can
be
purified,
except by torture and humiliation.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Roaches
I think with my feet!
Are you some kind of robot?
My heart is an artichoke!
I only exist in a Hollywood out-take!
Will you please be my bitch?
I think roaches are cute!
They got three little crotches!
They talk in trochees!
They eat candy for breakfast!
I think with my feet!
Are you some kind of robot?
My heart is an artichoke!
I only exist in a Hollywood out-take!
Will you please be my bitch?
I think roaches are cute!
They got three little crotches!
They talk in trochees!
They eat candy for breakfast!
I think with my feet!
Saturday, January 12, 2013
How Not To Paint
How Not To Paint - Recent Paintings and Photographs - Oil spray alla prima on Masonite
"In recent years the "wet-on-wet" (alla prima) practice has become
well known as the primary method of painting used by such television
artists as Bill Alexander, Bob Ross, and Robert Warren. Since colors
will usually mix if one is laid over top of another while both are wet,
full paintings (requiring at most only a few minutes of detail work
after the main work is dry) can be produced in a short period of time
– Alexander and Ross could produce an entire landscape in under half an
hour on their respective television shows, The Magic of Oil Painting and
The Joy of Painting."
Wet-on Wet Underpants!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Dirty Money
People talk about money-laundering and bribes and
"dirty money" on the radio
and what they don't
understand is what they don't
understand is what they don't
understand is that it's all
dirty money,
every goddamned dollar in the world.
"dirty money" on the radio
and what they don't
understand is what they don't
understand is what they don't
understand is that it's all
dirty money,
every goddamned dollar in the world.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Art and Suicide
Two guys jump off the Empire State Building at exactly the same moment.
One of them is a suicide, the other is an artist.
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