Poem: At The Acropolis

In Greece, at the Acropolis, someone tells me
It's wrong to think about the slaves
In the quarries and on the hill
That built these things--
Missing persons locked up in the marble.
How can you look at monuments
And forget the slaves?

Standing on the Acropolis,
In the yellow wind
Blowing up from Athens, I know
We all work for the man in the dark hat
And you can't see us for our labors,
Or our lives for the marble.
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All This Is That And Porn

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All This Is That is listed on a porn portal. It came up early in a search for this blog on metacrawler. It's always interesting to see how people stumble into here and how the blog gets listed in other places. The link to All This Is That is from a list at the end of their web page that has hundreds of web search results "Related Web Searches." And why did this web site end up on that web site? Because the word balloon appeared in an article I wrote about a President. Their web site has the word balloon in its name (well, 'Baloon' actually), which is how it was also misspelled in my blog, and why I now appear on this "adult action" site.
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Tucker Carlson & The Grateful Dead

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This was very strange. This week I watched Tucker Carlson, that combative, reactionary's new show on PBS. His guest was none other than Phil Lesh of the Grateful Dead. Lesh was there to publicize his memoir of his life with the band, Searching for the Sound. Tucker, a long-time fan (!), talked reverently with Lesh about the music, and philosophy. Since I had only seen Carlson as the snarling host of Crossfire, it was a little shocking to see him lobbing creampuffs to Lesh. But, hey, they had a lot of passionate fans (among which I include myself), including at least two Senators, CEOs, lawyers, doctors, and people in all walks of life. But Tucker, that f***er. . .that was a shocker.
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Seven Year Art Project, Part 7

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Another canvas from the 150. This is from 2005.
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Painting: Detail From "The Flash"

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Detail from "The Flash" an acrylic on board approximately 3 x 4 feet.
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Wholesome Female Swimwear: $89 Cheap

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At last! Wholesomewear. I can finally go to the beach and not feel distracted by swim attire, the peekaboo views, curves, and anatomical outlines. These are outfits Jimmy Swaggart, The Ayatollah Khomeni, or former Attorney General John Ashcroft could feel good about.

Features include: bright colors at the neck and shoulders to draw the eye to the face, the loose fitting outer garments limit cling and body definition, and some of the suits are "slenderizing." Goodbye erect nipples, genital and and buttock outlines. Hey wait. . .the beach is just not going to be the same after these babies catch on!
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Seven Year Art Project, Part 6

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Painting: The Leader With The Unfeeling Insect Eyes a/k/a Bluehead

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This is one of the first actual "analog" paintings I ever did.

Seven Year Art Project, Part 5

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This is another view of the drawing project. . .the southwest corner of my office. You can also see Indian clubs, prayer flags, and pictures of my family. . .
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Seven Year Art Project, Part 4

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Index To Poems In All This Is That

Painting & A Poem In The Painting [detail from I Read The News Today] Poem: The sous-chef is a sociopath]
Poem: James Wright
Poem: Falling
Poem: [Life Is Not A Hardy Novel]
Poem: Seven
Poem: Coyote Comes Home Like A Salmon
Poem: Shorts For Jerry Melin ca. about 1988
Poem: Bird
Poem: Monism
Poem: The Golden Rule
Poem: The Countdown
Poem: When Aliens Land, Or, The Return Of The King
Poem: AT HILLCREST CEMETARY IN KENT, WASHINGTON, I WALK BY THE GRAVE OF SAM THE GRASSEATER
Poem: Notes On Flying
Poem: Daybreak
Poem: Explosions
poem: Not Past Tense Yet
poem: the glass is not half-full
Poem: It's Getting Crowded Here
Poem: Li Po In Disgrace
Poem: The Clock
A Poem: Love Song
Poem: Bad Timing
Poem: The Killer
Poem: The Absence of Footprints
Poem: Growing Up
Poem: Gone Fishing
Poem: The M.D.s
A Poem - Acrylic
poem: The Marriage
Poem: Driving Home To Seattle, We Watch Deer Drinking from the Skookumchuck River

Painting & A Poem In The Painting [detail from I Read The News Today] Poem: The sous-chef is a sociopath]

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This is a detail from a large painting (which will appear later this week) I did while I was working at Wall Data (for more on that fiasco, check out the All This Is That archives for November, 2004. The embedded poem is about a developer (aka programmer) we worked with, and I use the term "worked with" loosely.

[the sous-chef is a sociopath]

the sous-chef is a sociopath
sozzled in his satin salsa
nothing's cooking now
in that faux kitchen
but fog soup
the objects
are so disambiguated
their shadows disappear--pffft
they've become so clear
they're lost
in the frieze
of their pipedreams
or they're off by one
multiplying the frammis
cycle
by
cycle
and regress to null. . .zed
bugs breeding in stacked hidden nests
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