An artist’s allegiance is to experience. Society’s is to virtue/morality.
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Definitely one of my favorite songs, I could have these verses tattooed. Goes along with Richard Hell, their poetry. Perfect examples of what I’d like to do with mine.
Oh, you can leave me on the corner house where you found me
I’m not for sale anymore
over and over again…
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Made some interesting illustrations for This Compost, by Walt Whitman for my… project, as it is regarded on the syllabus, not for what actually ended up happening. But seeing Marissa’s watercolor song book, and the shirt that had the Noah’s Ark album drawn on it, my next intent, my inspiration, is watercolor.
I am writing from my brother’s little computer, mine has been undergoing a virus removal process to my left for over an hour.
Lead canoes collide inside
Pocahontas came to me in a reverie
War paint and tobacco stains
Piss on the earth
A pile of dead men
A pile of dead dead men
Bear hides and buffalo
Mildew with fever
In a time of of wintryness
Naked bronze trembling queen
Stolen from Egypt
Buried in England
Island of the blue dolphin
Watched a bit of a documentary the other day on the Sphinx, and how the Zulu, about 7000 BC, believed people to descend from Mars, and were brought to Earth by flight.
Oh, “Honey or Tar”…
I’m riding recklessly through a thick and humid
Jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal
Yearning that stirs
Deeply pulsing up toward the surface
Like sap rising or honey or tar
This is just the best metaphor/The antivirus scanning is complete.
