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Showing posts with label Objets D'art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Objets D'art. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Still Life w/ Cryptids

 

The fox with a layer in its mouth explained:
it is merely a totem,
a representation
or avatar,
but the hen's red throat 
called bullshit
as it died.

The women with stones in their pockets
were made lonely by the waters of the river.
They sang, their heavy diver's helmets ringing
with rare harmonics
hailed by critics
panned by pop fans
and made more difficult to understand
the further from the surface they sank.

Everyone said it would be the moon,
but it was the sun who went mad,
incinerating gardens in an afternoon.
Cosplay Aztecs
held up hearts
in their palms.
Please join us for the afterglow
with refreshments and a swag bag.

Everyone thought that the baby's first word
would be "Mama", but it was "Dada." 
Tristan Tzara's disciple Marcel Duchamp
 presented the child as a readymade
with orange tail
and silver helmet,
an artless objet d'art he named L.H.O.O.Q.
with enigmatic smile + mustache. 
_______

for Word Garden Word List--The Last To Go

Music: DJ Dero The Horn (El Tren) Batucada'n Bass Mix







Saturday, November 7, 2015

The Advice Communist

The "Life" section of the Detroit Daily Worker begins 
running a column called "The Advice Communist" alongside
state-sanctioned recipes for cornbread pie and
tips for decorating your collective factory.

Dear Advice Communist, writes Cheryl from Oak Park,
My mother wants a big church wedding, but my fiance
doesn't. They fight continually about it and I am in the 
middle.
Please help.

The Advice Communist reads the letter carefully, adjusts his
pince-nez, then composes his response:
There is no God, therefore your mother is a czarist symp-
athizer. 
Inform the authorities about her. Then after she
disappears, get married by a noble worker in the bed
of his state-manufactured farm truck.

Nancy from Southfield writes, My relatives from Frankenmuth
are visiting for Thanksgiving, and I am worried because
they don't control their bratty kids. What can I do?

Dear Nancy: Drive back the fascist swine with a withering hail
of machine-gun fire, followed by  mighty waves
of infantry. Pound them with artillery until nightfall,
then let the Michigan winter do the rest. If the cowards abandon
any of their indoctrinated swine-children, put them on
a train to the gulag. Happy Holidays!

The Detroit Daily Worker also runs the "Peanuts" comic
strip, featuring noble proletariat Lucy and 
capitalist puppet Charlie Brown. 
______

For De Jackson's "Let's Get Jambin' " at Dverse Place of Counterproductive Intoxication, and, of course, for the glory of the worker!

"The Advice Communist" first appeared as part of a May 7, 2011 post at my satire blog Objets D'art