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!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

SIMPLIFY...then simply, FLY!

mao looks like my lolo / click for larger view


















Mao tse Tung /35" x 45" (Acrylic on wood)
I'm a big fan of pop art, and particularly, of Andy
Warhol's various screenprints. The image above
is a hand-painted piece I did -- inspired by
previous works of the above-mentioned pop artist.

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Paradigm of Intoxicated Lips

The wind and spirits pass through;
Coursing within her suspended void.
In every vowel: she writes with infused sadness;
Finishing every single line with olden intimacies
-- Verses without autonomy over pain.

Words sighed, after shots of pessimism.
Liquid vile -- the bartender always dispense;
Subsequently, trailing drained conversations
About cobwebs and frail bones guised
Within the mystery of cupboards and analogies.

Sobriety -- a long frozen flint within her,
In the extremity of wintry solstice,
She sparks ember with continual conquest;
Fiery toxicity -- thawing melancholies
Tethered with every tear and heartache.

Sitting at the same broken stool,
Whistling a similar broken tune;
Spiraling from dizziness brought about
By calculations of crystal rings
Left immortalized by empty bottles.

She requests a song played by old souls;
Heard on vinyl records, aired only by a
Maudlin radio station for quixotic Dons.
Then finishing the last drop and last note,
She flutters and faints along with its memory.

In the confines of his noxious blackout;
She as well recedes, as the sourness of lime
Swims no more to their anonymous tongues.
…Thus, only then will, he and she, relish open kisses
To such paradigm of intoxicated lips.

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Clown's Anthem: Buwan (Wickermoss)
click here to watch the video

3 left the carnivale an epistle:

Blogger _Soulless_ so eloquently stated...

This reminds me of my long-time friendship with Jose Cuervo. Hehe. Dang, I miss my tequila. Hah. Oh well. *grin* Got instantly enchanted by the first stanza here.

Verses without autonomy over pain.

Ouch. A beautiful sting of a line. Bow ako. Galing-galing. ^_^

Sulat lang nang sulat. Sabay tagay. Haha.

Cheers!

June 18, 2006 8:56 PM

 
Blogger GEL so eloquently stated...

Mesmerizing piece of writing that pulled me in like a metal to a magnet or a sweet kiss to puckered lips.

I also enjoyed your artistic intrepration above.
(Please forgive me for not dropping by earlier. I've not been in blogland for very long at a time recently. Somehow, I didn't read your exquisite comment on my site until today. I've not been able to visit new blogs as quickly as I used to. I'm flattered you wish to link to me. I'm making a not to reciprocate but please remind me in a week or so if I've forgotten. I've been redesigning my site (with the addition of an exclusive art blog www.ShadowsIntheMoonlight.blogspot.com and lenghty preparation for art shows for my real life career as an artist.

I will be back to read and view more of your blog!

June 25, 2006 10:15 PM

 
Anonymous Andreana so eloquently stated...

I really do admire your art and writing..Ü

By the way, I did what u told me, to let myself drown when in my dreams. It felt great and I survived ;)

July 06, 2006 11:42 PM

 

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