another Richard Peel bit of art
Ah, 1983. I was thirteen years old. My whole life was before me and had I just been hardened, say the word, “directed,” a little more I would have embraced free verse poetry as the radical and revolutionary form that it is and started name dropping […]
Richard Peel rocks! I have to love someone who posts free art to the world. I found this monster on his webpage, which I suggest everyone go to and pick random images to download right now.
I think I shall name it Bujia, which I believe is Spanish for “spark plug.” I love […]
life is so short and poetry so long … london underground graffiti, 1992.
And I am so glad there is so much poetry in the world! They say Romantic poetry is cliche in this post-post-post-modern world but I am all for it. When will schools start to teach Lord Byron again? And everything Langston […]
My dear friend from Yakuts, Katya, sent me a new photograph she had taken. She called it “Beaurocracy au Bleu” and explained: It’s my friend, not me, but I like the idea … if you feel like beaurocracy can be a devasatatibe thing, emotionless, empty …
photo by Evseyeva Ekaterina, 2006
But not all […]
Do you ever get the feeling something is close to being the way you want it but not exactly? In the end I kept asking myself, “you go from flowers to highways and why?” There needs to be a map, a guidepost, some sort of marker for the reader to follow along with. […]