Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Mag #106 Can On The Moon




Can on The Moon Series by Andy JANE JONES Warhol and R.E.M.

Lyrics borrowed by commericial tm

Campbell Soup and the game of Life (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Andy Warhol in the wrestling match (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Warhol in a cereal mess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you heaven if you make the list (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Andy are you proofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey, Andy are you proofing on Elvis? Hey, baby.
Are you having fun
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a little ghost for the offering (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Warhol's gone wrestling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey Andy are you proofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol

lyrics slightly "altared" by R.E.M.

http://www.lyrics007.com/R.E.M.%20Lyrics/Man%20On%20The%20Moon%20Lyrics.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hKSYgOGtos

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Revealing The Light: As I Began to Love Myself

Revealing The Light: As I Began to Love Myself: Attributed to Charlie Chaplin As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody as I try to force my desires on ...

Monday, February 20, 2012

Mag #105 **RING **RING It's For You QUESTIONS AND ODD ANSWERS



RING RING IT'S FOR YOU
WHO SAID THAT?
THERE'S NOBODY HERE!

CAN YOU PLEASE ANSWER THAT NON-STOP RINGING IN MY EARS?
I DON'T WANT TO, YOU GET IT!

ARE YOU ALWAYS GOING TO LET ME GET SO TICKED OFF BY LETTING IT RING OFF THE HOOK FOREVER?
IT IS ALWAYS TELEMARKETERS ANYWAY!

DON'T YOU HAVE CALL-DISPLAY?
I DON'T WANT TO BE REMINDED VISUALLY OF VERBAL ABUSE!

DID YOU FINALLY GET ON THE NO-CALL LIST?
YOU THINK I HAD TIME TO DO THAT WITH MY SCHEDULE!

YOU STILL HAVE A LAND-LINE?
IN CASE THE ELECTRICITY GOES OFF; YEAH!

IS THIS THE LAST TELEPHONE BOOTH IN THE UNIVERSE?
I THOUGHT IT DR WHO WANTING HIS TARDIS BACK!

HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO PLACE A CALL TO MARS?
I THINK IT STILL ONLY COSTS A DIME BUT I'M IN A HITCHHIKER ON A BIKE TIME WARP!

WHO AM I SPEAKING TO... LET ME REPHRASE THIS; OF TO WHOM AM I SPEAKING?
NO DOUBT AN ECHO FROM YOUR DISTANT PAST ON THE FAR SIDE! A LITTLE GREEN MAN!

PLEASE SAY GOODNIGHT MY FAVOURITE MARTIAN?
NO, YOU HANG UP FIRST THEN I'LL SAY GOODNIGHT!

GOODNIGHT?
GOODNIGHT!

THANKS TESS KINCAID OF THE MAG FOR YOUR MOST AMAZING PHOTO PROMPT THIS WEEK~ PLEASE VISIT THE GREAT UNKNOWN HERE;
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/02/mag-105.html

Monday, February 13, 2012

Mag #104 "the Birth of Venus"

Christoph Gilbert Photographer
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The Birth of Venus
Her Birth
Delivered Us
Her life
enabled us
to love again
~~
We too, envisioned Her
As She so Blue
Waiting For Love to Conquer
She Became Us
and
we became her
~~
Emerging from the Deep Sleep of the Sea
to come to know her
better to help her
Dear
Venus
give
Birth to Herself
~~
Venus
by the
Sea
by the watery place
which had defined us
~~
Her Physical form
perfected
had left us
untouched
by other lovers
in her wake
Her
Aura had left
Deep imprints of Indigo blue
Our Lady of the Night Sweats
~~
Unphazed
tinged with Mars sanguine
Venus
United In Turgid Spirituality
we children knew
that Venus Knew US
A Force of ONE
swirl of Colours Spin
of Liquid Spun
Rainbow Arched Expanse
Her Ascendant
Rising
Higher than His High
almost too high
as we pitiful fools
seek her comfort
Upon our shameful lowdown
we are still high
~~
On Our Sorrowful Brows
her sweet sweat
brought nectar sweet
boughs to bend down
her heady intoxicating effects
unnoticed by those still in repose
asleep in her belly
astral bodies surrounding
vivid her flash pot flesh
she still favours flavours
~~
Mount Venus
Mare Tranquillus
since
we
shine
brighter than morning
sweetheart please star shine on me
leave tears of joy in my eyes
joy within our orbs we meet
as she regenerates us
our atrophy selves
leave us to awake
a ripple
leaves
her maiden hair
to ruffle our tailfeathers
her presence
her essence
her emphasis
emphatic symbol
~~
Cosmic Skin
our meat suit hung
Awakening
to
New Worlds
Dawn Early Light
Embodies
Clothe
the Naked Venus
in
memory of
Love
in the
Morning
~~~
As Love Sweet Sweat
loves to Lingers
hugs each contour of our
materialessness
our lightbody nonbody
not wanting to awake
she softly tiptoes across
heaven's firmament
too comfortable in her skin
to look back or lean forward
she embeds her passion
our spiral galaxy undulates around her
her serpentine
positions
undulating ventricals
expose our heartbeat
to let loose the tightly woven spiral of Jason's curls
Left so aloft
This Long after this eternity Ends
She rises
We arose
to welcome her
occasional appearance
~~~
Love
flows
motionlessly
on her seas
bobbing up and down
in measured rhythm
Her
latent
power
atrophied
energy
unspent
now
bursts forth
reclaiming
her
feminine ways
whiling away the hours
``
she
who
birthed the sun
Displays her showy Array
of spent energy
Her Armada
Interlocks Arms
Blockading
Any incoming advances
of her many amours
~~
Girded with God her army
flanks the front, the rear
the north south
the east west
all that we are
we were
these interlocking
blocks
she is a brick
Armature
We Make these concessions
to make this connection
We Swim sublime as we intermingle
our fluid veritas
We Shake Within Her
make her quaver
to relinquish her will
to Our Lady
Her realm is now Ours
The Body of The People Electric
As The Divine Surrounds Her Soul
The Harbinger of Love
pierces her sorrowful heart
Harmoniously Sung
~~
Songs of Venus
Sung by a Legion of Cupids
Rings Round Her Heart
Unlocking her secrets
Within Her Venetian Walls
Her Essential Oils spark our recall
Heaven-scented Essence rare
we claim her as
Our Own Beginning
~~
For there, within her
We find
Our Sacred Selves
~~~
Chiccoreal
Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag (2012) for the inspirational Valentine's Day prompt.
Make a card here:

www.magpietales@blogspot.com

Happy Valentine's Day Bloggers

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Mag #103 "I, Once A Refusenik"

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow
"I, Once A Refusenik"
You can have this bloody ruby
after you pry it from my
cold dead hands
unaware of my body
my arms stiffened with rigor mortis
somewhat riddled by stray bullets
A spy at the Politburo
Phil Meghan
noticed my concrete holes
and covered them up
not really a coverup
I, Once A Refusenik
tight weave of crystalline form
always appreciated
now just needed by those in the know
by the dead heap of the night
the nameless come
unearthed the masses
underneath me
surrounding me
they desire the very thing
I hold
all of them
needing me?
no, wanting me!
so now, go ahead,
you newly dead
just take it!
Chiccoreal
Thanks Tess Kincaid of The Mag for the inspiring image with the Russian allure. Please transit here for a glimpse behind the scenes;