WELCOME TO THE CARNIVALE FREAKSHOW! CHRISTENED AS A CLOWN:I BID YOU TO WITNESS THE WORLD THROUGH MY FIGURATIVE PERPETUAL VOUYERISMS.TRAVERSE ABOARD MY CAROUSEL OF SUBLIME PAIN. HITCH ONTO MY NOT SO MERRY-GO-ROUND! I IMPLORE YOU TO LOOK PAST MY RANCID INTERJECTIONS; MOREOVER, ILLUSTRATE EMPATHY TOWARDS MY DEMENTED SENSIBILITY.DROWN THROUGH MY PAGES WRITTEN AND DRENCHED WITH LIQUID CHEMISTRY.ENTER MY SOUL'S SOLILOQUY...AND TAKE PLEASURE!

Monday, April 03, 2006

Thoughts of a Quixotic Don

CarabooThe Trionic Men
Beep! Beep!Pringles Spoof
Click each to supersize
Watercolor on masterboard
Studies intended for design merchandise (
details).
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Of Capulets And Magdalenes

A district of red light
manifest its hospitality…


As you’re welcomed
to the lure of neon signs
boldly flashing their
false advertisements
you shake your head;
for you know to well,
the dysfunction that
happens within those
walls of social concrete;
cemented by fetishes
of anonymous pricks,
floored by the sticky
smell of bleach.

Shadows of a darkly lit
stage will never deny
that patrons are: if not
strangers, known friends
all there for the same
FREUDIAN SHINDIG!
Coupling in queue for the
lace and leather orgies;
your ego in pole position.

Enjoy the peep show --
the striptease --
the contortions of
double jointed
Marys.
Thighs you anticipate
in split syncopations.
Line up then,
take a number.


Be ready to empty
your pockets.
Have your way
on rooms paneled by
slightly tacked drapes.

Let the little lolita gnaw
on your prophylactic.
For common civility
ask her name; then
as outright libido goes:
Man, just romp
her senseless!

Remember that natures
of necessity, relatively
impedes one’s
moral divide.

For services rendered
reimbursement is
always a given option;
if you don’t have loads
of change on you --
chances are, you’ll be
hearing this inside
your mind’s ear:

Whistling…whistling…
A soul, for a quick fuck;
indeed a bargain comin’
from Juliet’s kin.
Washing away the sin --
Bargaining for a fling.


...STILL
Will the shell of a man;
be tormented by his -- only sin?
Same Ole Fucking Thing!
Same Ole Fucking Thing!

...FOR TOMORROW,

he'll stop pissin'
then he'll start
cheerin' on
the patrons
outside
the streets
laced
of neon
afterglow.



(s. o. f. t.)
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Makata Vol.7 Issue No.4 off the virtual press
Written by Santiago Villafania
Saturday, 01 April 2006
Makata Vol.7 Issue No.4, April 2006 is now available online featuring the poetry of our home-grown and international poets.


Poetry
by Amelia P. Ada, Aurora Antonovic, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Debbie Karol G. Butay, Kristina V. Cajipe, Zig Madamba Dulay, Juanito Escareal, Lee Don Francisco, Lolito Go, Dorothy Go-Guerrero, H. W. Hawes, Noahlyn Maranan, Jen Macapagal, Clive Oseman, Papa Osmubal, Alexander Martin Remollino, Oswaldo Roses, Francis De Lima Tanay and Ella Wagemakers.

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Clown's Anthem: The Blower's Daughter ( Damien Rice )
is the saddest song ever, can't get it out of my fuckin' ear;

and the music video takes it another notch -- google to watch it.

3 left the carnivale an epistle:

Anonymous Dre so eloquently stated...

love the art Ü

April 04, 2006 12:38 AM

 
Blogger blue rogue so eloquently stated...

Reminds me of R & R during the Vietnam War:

Singing ode to a Capulet on the balcony of your mind. :)

April 23, 2006 9:59 PM

 
Blogger Lothario Art so eloquently stated...

blue roque --

well, FYI the piece as well reminds me of R & R; but of more recent actuations -- of school afterhours -- brought about by the folly of youth. And with it delinquent wooings of either Capulets and at times even Magdalenes.

(sidenote:)
Me, love you long time.
(A pop phrase that origined from Vietnam.)

April 28, 2006 5:38 PM

 

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