POETIC LICENSES

Watching an episode of Hamilton's Pharmacopeia, this morning....and a few minutes of Darren Aronofsky's film, The Fountain...and, minutes later, finding a copy of Casteneda's book, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge, under a beach towel that I'd had since I was 10......My mind, with only a cup of Java...no toad's venom or synthesized DMT......veered into a Mindset that many, my age....in the late 1960's.....shared......the Mass Delusional Mindset that preoccupied the 'Conscious' thoughts of what we then believed to be an America, transformed by Psychedelia.....Then, minutes ago, sitting on the back stoop, listening to the seemingly countless birds, enthusiastically advertising their genetic worthiness to potential egg-layers, I noticed a half-smoked joint in my driveway and took a couple of totes.....What was in that stuff!......seconds later, I was peeling the view to see what was 'beneath' ........and now, I'm sitting, w...

"I’m watching out of my ear When the fog goes up...."   Arthur Russell   "I’m like a rabbit’s ear Hearing but not understanding…"   Arthur Russell 1986

 

ANNIE LEIBOVITZ, (American, b. 1949), Photograph of Keith Haring, New York, 1986, platinum print, 18 7/8 x 23 in., frame: 28 x 32 in. Sold, this Month, at an 11am auction, for $22,500! Whoa! Yet another stylistically-trending episode of The NAME GAME.......i.e. the application of verbal/written personal nomenclatures glamorizes the more ancient, and now diminishing, senses of smell and proximal collusions.. to distinguish/contradict both similarity and differentiation.....this 'evolution' culminating in Societal Conga Line Conformity, led by the most disguised by the tools of this Glamour .......who, in doing, become the Politicians of Experiential Phenomena.....with Followers that conform to the Icons they erect, in worshipful obeisance....In the Case of Art, this is performed in Museums and Art Galleries as a legitimization of Human Folly.....the Nakedness of human animals having been painted over, then perpetually reproduced for Homo Erecti Consumption.....

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave" And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre ...

posthumous tribute to Moses Rosenthaler's last important Work, executed on the backboard of an Indigo Parisian Pissoir, then secreted, by the Blackmarket, at a cost of many lives and $26.3M, to The Guggenheim, where it hangs, upside down.....and has been photographed hundreds of millions of times.......While many claim the 'ownership' of this media-proclaimed masterpiece, the 'informed' and less supercilious members of the "Art"World know that the original abstraction is but an act of indulgence for Freedom From Restraints....still, a facetious emotional release in expired, separated oils and spilled egg yolk and shoe goo in suspension......still on a prison toilet's walls, next to the janitor's closet, sharing the rusting walls with the primitive nail and glass shard engravings of desperate doldrums and suppressed & repressed emotion.....After a billion 'likes', the fake, meaningless-but-for-projection 'Work' will join Ban...

After listening to a podcast of William Shatner's 'plugging' his new Book (based on Bill's humorous ramblings to the 'writer', Joshua Brandon: BOLDLY GO....and  Harry Styles' queer-baiting for 'likes' and box office revenue for his latest Film,  MY POLICEMAN, I fell into my customary psychedelic-ishly cinematic Dreamscaping....or Scrapping....and was transported, down the rabbit hole for my umpteenth time-out-of-time....into a pastel garden party....hosted by Shatner, dressed like Ian McClellan, as Rip Van Winkle or some other long-white-bearded 'story teller', with Styles, in ruffly drag, as a 5-year old girl.....a mix-up collage of Shirley Temple and 'Alfalfa' Switzer......seated on Bill's lilting thigh.......as Shatner read from his...and one of my....favorite books of the 1960's.....Rachael Carson's SILENT SPRING... Behind this Scenario, a drop cloth...painted with oscillating images from FANTASIA, THE DANISH GIRL,   a...