Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Shel Silverstein - the scariest looking, most subversive wit I ever wanted to meet.
God's Wheel
God says to me with a kind of a smile,
"Hey, how would you like to be God awhile,
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel." says God.
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Graceland
Like a National guitar,
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war,
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland,
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage,
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland,
She comes back to tell me she's gone,
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed,
As if I'd never noticed,
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody sees the wind blow,
I'm going to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland,
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,
And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties,
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland,
There is a girl in New York City,
Who calls herself the human trampoline,
And sometimes when I'm falling flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Whoa so this is what she means,
She means we're bouncing into Graceland,
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow,
In Graceland Graceland,
I'm going to Graceland,
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
Graceland,
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now,
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
(Pause)
Woah in graceland graceland graceland
i'm going to graceland
Graceland by Paul Simon
Labels:
Elvis,
Graceland,
Graceland Gate,
lyrics,
Paul Simon
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Art of Flowers
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Gian Carlo Menotti
Gian Carlo Menotti
Labels:
art,
beauty,
flowers,
orchid mania,
orchids
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Yesterday's Missing Post
Friday, March 12, 2010
Draagbare radio / Radio hat
Today, hats are on my mind.
Labels:
Dada,
invention,
radio hat,
surreal hat,
vintage image
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
My Surrealist Poem Inspired By Tristan Tzara
Show Captives Put On A or La Condition Humaine
by Myself, the Plain Dealer and Fate
It claim really,
To Be,
Were multibillion-dollar,
Did we businesses.
Centers, educational amusement.
OK.
They're Marine want but animals
It's if children whale,
Think,
Ride as to that,
Killer pony?
Exist to wild,
That our big,
Parks,
Or, our a for...
La Condition Humaine by Rene Magritte
by Myself, the Plain Dealer and Fate
It claim really,
To Be,
Were multibillion-dollar,
Did we businesses.
Centers, educational amusement.
OK.
They're Marine want but animals
It's if children whale,
Think,
Ride as to that,
Killer pony?
Exist to wild,
That our big,
Parks,
Or, our a for...
La Condition Humaine by Rene Magritte
Labels:
"Rene Magritte",
"surrealist games",
"Tristan Tzara",
Poety,
Surrealism
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
How to make a Dadaist Poem (method of Tristan Tzara)
To make a Dadaist poem:
Take a newspaper.
Take a pair of scissors.
Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
Shake it gently.
Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
Copy conscientiously.
The poem will be like you.
And here you are a writer, infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar.
-Tristan Tzara
It is easier than I thought to be infinitely original and endowed with a charming sensibility. I'll try it! But I will inclusively welcome the vulgar to understand and bask in my infinite charm.
Raoul Hausmann (Austrian, 1886-1971), Mechanical Head [or, The Spirit of Our Time]
Take a newspaper.
Take a pair of scissors.
Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
Shake it gently.
Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
Copy conscientiously.
The poem will be like you.
And here you are a writer, infinitely original and endowed with a sensibility that is charming though beyond the understanding of the vulgar.
-Tristan Tzara
It is easier than I thought to be infinitely original and endowed with a charming sensibility. I'll try it! But I will inclusively welcome the vulgar to understand and bask in my infinite charm.
Raoul Hausmann (Austrian, 1886-1971), Mechanical Head [or, The Spirit of Our Time]
Labels:
Dada,
Mechanical Head,
poetry,
Raoul Hausmann,
Surrealism,
Tristan Tzara
Monday, March 8, 2010
Happy The Man
Happy the Man
by Horace
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite or fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
"Happy the Man" by Horace, from Odes, Book III, xxix. Translation by John Dryden. Public domain. (buy now)
by Horace
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite or fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
"Happy the Man" by Horace, from Odes, Book III, xxix. Translation by John Dryden. Public domain. (buy now)
Labels:
"Charlie Chaplin",
"Happy the Man",
"Modern Times",
Horace,
smile
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Something Pretty
From the 1991 film, The Fisher King by Terry Gilliam
Grand Central Waltz by George Fenton
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Hotel Eden
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
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- Darrelle Anne Centuori
- cleveland, ohio, United States
- "We drive into the future using only our rearview mirror." - Marshall McLuhan