Drawing: Faces #1100 - The Steering Committee

By Jack Brummet

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Drawing: Faces #1101 - Manny, outside his shop

By Jack Brummet

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Poem The Meaning

By Jack Brummet

1
Some people say
Life would have no meaning

If we lived forever;
Others among us say

Life would have meaning
If we did.

2
The meaning of life
Is like the rings running circles

Around a tree trunk.
If you remember back

On your last trip
To the natural history museum,

The best tree sections
Have pins on their rings:

Jesus born;

Magna Carta;

Mayflower arrives in America;
Declaration of Independence;

Civil War ends;
Man walks on moon.

3
Wouldn't it be something
To not konk out

And see rings marked
Race wars end;

Israel and Palestine merge;
Poverty eliminated;

The return of Jesus;
Alien diplomats arrive?
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Painting: The Big Bang

By Jack Brummet

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A John Peers clown painting (probably of Emmett Kelly) I bought years ago at a junk store

By Jack Brummet, Outsider Art Ed.

I know a lot of people don't like clowns. I'm pretty neutral on clowns (except maybe John Wayne Gacy). I bought this oil for $5 about 20 years ago at a junk/antique store on Lake City Way (it's about 2'x3'). I did some searching and found out the  artist is John Peers, a somewhat well-known painter of clowns. 

"This is Famous Bohemian San Francisco gallery artist (of the time) PEERS, from the 1950's. My mother and father both knew this man and he painted many paintings for them. I still have some of the nicest ones." Someone else: "Peers lived in South San Francisco and liked to drink. He was a friend of my Uncle Giovanni and should be about 75-80 is he is still alive. He would go to bard on Third Street (near Candlestick Park) and sell those clown paintings for $25.  My Uncle has 3 and they are rather good." 

I think the subject of the painting is Emmett Kelly who was a kind of hobo/clown amalgam (like Red Skelton)?

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Stunning Paul Cadden drawing

Can Paul Cadden draw, or what?

Painting: Hula Hoops

By Jack Brummet

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Hitchcock, Cobain, and Orbison on go-karts

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Painting: Caldera

By Jack Brummet

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The Axial Seamount volcano may (or may not) have erupted off the coast of Oregon and Washington

By Jack Brummet, Rim of Fire Ed.

Over 80 scientists from around the world gathered in Seattle last week to discuss the first time that seafloor instruments were providing a real-time look at the active, submarine volcano Axial Seamount off the Northwest coast. The signs all pointed to it erupting soon. it might erupt soon. Sandi Doughton of the Seattle Times wrote: "But even the researchers most closely monitoring were stunned by what happened next" (doesn't that sound like clickbait?!), As it turns out, Axial may have actually erupted.

On Thursday, April 23, the new sensors placed on and near the volcano (see photo below) recorded 8,000 small earthquakes in a 24-hour period. The volcano’s caldera, which had been expanding rapidly with magma, collapsed like a deflated balloon.

Scientists are debating whether  this was actually an eruption, with actual molten rock flowing over the seafloor. No instruments were destroyed and there was no temperature spike. It is possible the volcano didn't erupt, but filled subterranean fissures, with lava.

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Alice Duer Miller on "Why We Oppose Votes For Men," ca. 1915

By Mona Goldwater, Social Mores Ed.

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Poem: [Strangely green beneath the shadows] - generated with the poetry generator

By Jack Brummet

1

Strangely green beneath the shadows
  We converse with evil goats below the air

2
We confound fluorescent witches near the virgin

  The fun has died
Dark and glowing beyond the sea
  You pull lustful devils below

And grind blue demons against the sky
  Awaken, awaken! The evil was good:
Unsure, silent on the edge of the world 
  Down streets where guests
Look for landmarks while the snow falls

3

Mournful signs beside the fog
  The Queen is going,
shifting, restless across the water

  A phone ringing somewhere 
Out of whose dream 
  The lost man 
Asks his way 
  Trying to remember

4

Sinning beside the sea
  We hobnob with illusions beyond the spirits
Totally red under the gods

  I shove angry tomb stones beneath the virgin
The day is born and clouded hesitant,
  Saying goodbye with no words left 
In how many harbors does a stranger 
  Look for love and never knowing how

5

Strangely poisonous beyond the water,
  I divine illusions above the shadows,
Strange and mournful over the air

  We beat murky devils below the slime
You beat brilliant witches about the grave

  The life is becoming opaque, fighting back 
And crossing the frontier 
  The victim loses his way 
While the snow falls

6

  Darkening awake and blurring at the edges 
For whose sake the other 
  Leaves his home while the crowd watches.

7

We breed invisible idiots beneath the sky
  The devil is vanishing, a shadow seeking 
Another country with nothing left to lose 

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