Thank you Banksy.
Having a coke with you
"Having a coke with you"
written by Frank O'Hara
read by the author
written by Frank O'Hara
read by the author
Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
by Frank O’Hara
Drive Blind by Ride
Can't see the lights or the blue orange signs.
Can't see the road or the long white lines.
Feeling the ground through the pedals in the floor,
Feeling death pounding at the door.
Windows all open, chaos in my hair,
Driving me 'round and leaving me there.
Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind.
Cover my trail and we'll leave life behind.
Drive Blind.
All at once, too much light.
Captured and frozen, hear no sound.
Bright flashes penetrate,
Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground.
Can't see the road or the long white lines.
Feeling the ground through the pedals in the floor,
Feeling death pounding at the door.
Windows all open, chaos in my hair,
Driving me 'round and leaving me there.
Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind.
Cover my trail and we'll leave life behind.
Drive Blind.
All at once, too much light.
Captured and frozen, hear no sound.
Bright flashes penetrate,
Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground.
by Ride
Andy Bell, Mark Gardener, Laurence Colbert, Stephen Queralt
Moss Graffiti
This is so cool. Yep, that's freakin' moss growing on that wall.
My wife is making fun of me for coming late to this medium, but I want grow moss graffiti on everything.
I wanna grow it on my face.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
- Lord George Gordon Byron
The Sculpture of Holton Rower
I have already posted about Holton Rower's paintings and how they should be classified somewhere between sculptures and paintings. It is fitting for he is a brilliant sculptor.
He sculpts with meaningful mediums like locks, keys, money and books.
It textures the pieces with many layers of purpose and consideration.
I wish I could make out the titles. I think the subject matter - the content is important too.
The literal intersection of literary tools forces to stories to artificially combine, not unlike gravity causing his paint to combine.
I like to think of water moving through this pipe. The size of the pipe causes the pressure to build as it moves upward.
I am a fan.
His Website: http://holtonrower.com
I don’t know what the hell is going on here
Tacos? Underwear? Is that the White House with the Mexican Flag on it?
I found this on http://badpaintingsofbarackobama.com.
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