Sunday, October 28, 2012

Willow Manor Ball 2012

fastidious prepping pre "showtime"
ty my date pre-event; notice the ped
yes I am "ty"ing one on
mr. topsy approved
je arrivez pour la maison de Willow Manor
Met Veronica Lake by the Scioto River
After that we entered the Willow Manor Ball
everyone was bellying up to the bar
ordering drinks
it was time to cut a rug with one fine half-blooded Argentine
Where did he go?
A splendid Ball from the hostest the mostest I might add...:)
Greatly admiring Willow's original Louis De Cullery
on the Manor's wall, I did think how much time does not change very much
and how we are all wearing masks
After a while, things got a little crazy when Gaga started chewing on Yoko's hat
so we, the wild ones, were herded off to the barn
where a club like atmosphere continued with dj and stocked bar
by dawn's early light we notice a creative display on the fence
it was a wonderful party, Ty and me got to meet many famous and many not so famous and infamous as well...all in all a fantastic party, the crepes were to die for and it is time to enjoy the after party pick-me-up that of which the hostess with the mostest is famous~
Thank-you Tess and everyone~ see you next year~!!!



Monday, October 15, 2012

Mag#136 "aLL Life iS a sWIRL"

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle
 
aLL lIFE iS a sWIRL
a wHIRLY bIRD
trippy
 
Chiccoreal
 

Mag#138 "Jan Steen Is Lovesick"

Sick Woman, 1665, by Jan Steen
 
 
Jan Steen is lovesick
in the throws of
Hypercondria
a near-fatal
 Roller Coaster ride
of
Mood-induced
Anxiety
She has vapours,
swallows dry,
heaves hard swoons
of relentless and listless fawning
for her imagined lover
will soon return
in her most amazing dream
of unrequitted LOVE
 
Chiccoreal
 
 
 
 
 
 


Mag#138 "Caught In the Act"

Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost
 
caught in the act
lost in these ecliptic moments
to be found snacking away
Midnight twiddled his thumbs
and whiled away this magic hour
 to finally go back to bed
belly full
the Lone Ranger's hunger
completely satiated
 
Chiccoreal
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

MAG#137 "You'll Shine Like Silver'

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman
 
MAG 137
 
UNDERNEATH
 
THE TABLE CAKED WITH FORKS
DIDN'T HOLD A PLACE FOR YOU
 
YOU WERE HIDDEN UNDER THE FOLDS
ENFOLDING YOU
IN THE ODD GLORY
OF A SPACE NOT QUITE DESIGNED
AS A PERFECT NICHE
YOU SEEK
AND
HID
YOU
DID
BY
DIVINE INTERVENTION
OR
GRACE BEFORE SUPPER
WHO'S THERE TO REMIND YOU OF
YOUR CHILD WITHIN
EVERY TIME YOU
SET THE TABLE
THE FORKS BENT
THE TABLECLOTHE
BARELY COVERED
YOUR REPOSE
SO AS NOT TO BE
SO DESPAIRINGLY
FOR WONT TO BE NAKED
RECENTLY UNCOVERED BY
NASCENT GRACE
WHO CHOOSES TO LIVE WITH
THE IMPOSSIBLE FACT THAT LIFE IS CRUEL
AND INCREDULOUS
AS NIHILIST AS A SPASM
THIS STATE OF BEING
SEEMS A MIGHT
INSIGHT SPACE
AT
THE WRONG TIME
PERHAPS
TO DIE SO YOUNG
AND BY YOUR OWN ARTFUL HAND
DID YOU DESIRE
A LIFE
ON THE LEFT BANK
WHERE VISIONS SEEP IN
LIKE DAEMONES
AND WHO, THEN WOULD LIKE YOU
YOUR ART
WHO'D LOVE YOU
COMPLETELY
NOT JUST IN A PORTFOLIO WAY
CAVALIER IN ANY OTHER PERIOD
LIKELY TO REMAIN
HIDDEN IN FIN DE SIECLE POSTCARDS
KODACHROMATICA EROTICA INSTALLATIONS
POLAROID HID THE QUICK AND THE DEAD
ART ADDICTS WHO ONLY PARTIALLY
HAVE HIDDEN COLLAPSED WALLPAPER
UNDER AND NEAR THESE FREQUENTED PARKS 
STREETS HEAVED-HO UP
ALL THIS
EMBARRASSING  
TO KEEP ONE'S IMAGE UNDER THE TABLE
THOUGHT THE CRITICS
FUCK THEM
YOU SEEM TO GET\THE ICONOGRAPHY
JUST SO
IN  FIRST YEAR ART SCHOOL
DISMAL ONLY SEEMS PAST
BUT CREEPS AND WALKS
ALL OVER THE WALLS 
TO ROT ALL\THE JOHNNY ROTTENS
AT OTHER PUNK ROCK SCHOOLS
UNDER STREETS LACED WITH IT
ALL THAT SELLS IS STILL STALLED
SOUL KNOWS ALL
RECALLS NO FEELINGS
THOSE SCANT REMAINS
SAVE BLEAK HOUSE
AN UNLIKELY ESCAPE FROM ONESELF?
DEPRESSION LOOKS LIKE THIS
HEAVY WEIGHTINESS 
JUST BENEATH THE SURFACE OF SCRATCH
ALL THAT REMAINS STILL
AS NEED FOR MOTHER FORMS MERGE
WITH A SELF-INDUCED SMOTHERING OF BEING SOMEHOW
HAMPERED AND LOST IN THE SHUFFLE
BY ALL THE PARSIMONY OF THE PROP MISTRESS
REMEMBER DEAR FRANCESCA
DO NOT
THERE IS NO HARBOUR
FOR THOSE LEFTOVER
NO RESIDUAL FEELINGS
LINGERING LONGER
UNDER THE TABLE
HAPHAZARDLY COVERED
WITH A SENSE OF ANGST
MAYBE GUILT
YOU'RE THE LOVELY MUSE
WITH
GILDED WINGS
YOUR PARTIAL INNOCENCE
CONTENT
PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGE MADE BY FADE INTO BLACK
ART HAD GLITTER BUT GLUTTED THE 80s MARKET
IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT
ONE DAY
SOON
YOU'LL SHINE
LIKE SILVER
MY DEAR
 
chiccoreal
 
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