The Solution to Global Warming

[_Bond...James Bond]

bad and torn red and worn
raw skin hatches thin scratches
Mourn a thin thorn in a shin
raw is my knees not the bees' knees
scratched and torn and worn knees
He sees the key knee scratches
hatches a plan to deal a heal to me man
ow now stop it cop it insane pain
ow how now why now let me free now
Thanks man frank's the man who hatched
the batched plan to fix me of my fix and help
me fix the stick pick up the brick and health
my worn and torn skin still itching from thorns
borne from a bush fell and shush owh but now
things are better thanks franks here's a letter

[_Moniker]

Bond, I'm too embarrassed to post my poetry. It's a bit personal too......

I really like a few of these you posted. I'll just continue with my classic poetry ('cause I'm a wimp:)

Here's Ode to Sleep from Latin poet Pablius Papinius Statius


Gentle divinity, how have I merited?
Whither, unfortunate wretch, have I strayed,
Thus of thy bounty to lie disenherited -
I alone whilst every other is paid?
Sleeping are cattle and birds without number,
Beasts of the wilderness rest in their lair;
Even the hills, as if weary, feign slumber,
Even the torment sighs soft in the air.

Lulled are the shuttering waves of the ocean,
Seas in the lap of the land lie at peace.
Only for me in monotonous motion
Day follows day, and there comes no release.

Moonlight & starlight & light of the morning
Seven times flit o'er my feverish cheek.
Once again Dawn's chilly hand offers warning.
Whither, oh whither for rest shall I seek?

Had I the eyes of an Argus, nor heeded
Ever to keep my whole body awake -
Half of the sentries alone being needed -
Still I could never my slumber-thirst slake.

Yet - if there's one in the arms of a lover
Scornful of sleep and the joy that sleep brings,
Come thou to me! I'll not ask thee to cover
My eyes with the fullest extant of thy wings

Happier suitors may sue for such blessing,
I'll beg a touch, be it ever so slight,
Of thy wand, or a whisk of thy garment caressing
My eyelids to droop as it crosses the night.

[_Bond...James Bond]

Bond, I'm too embarrassed to post my poetry. It's a bit personal too......

That's what the blog is for...*Evil Poetic laugh*

[_Moniker]

Bond, I'm too embarrassed to post my poetry. It's a bit personal too......

That's what the blog is for...*Evil Poetic laugh*

Ah! What blog would that be? I'd have to create a blog? Eeek! Don't know if I could do that......it'd probably be a bunch of nonsense I ramble on about that no one but me cares for........ or people would interpret stuff I write in different ways...... I'd get pity, scorn, condemnation, lewd come-ons from strangers, and a variety of tsk tsks........I'm sticking with a diary...... ;)

[_Bond...James Bond]

Bond, I'm too embarrassed to post my poetry. It's a bit personal too......

That's what the blog is for...*Evil Poetic laugh*

Ah! What blog would that be? I'd have to create a blog? Eeek! Don't know if I could do that......it'd probably be a bunch of nonsense I ramble on about that no one but me cares for........ or people would interpret stuff I write in different ways...... I'd get pity, scorn, condemnation, lewd come-ons from strangers, and a variety of tsk tsks........I'm sticking with a diary...... ;)

My blog....where I have posted alot more poems. Your blog is curreently imaginary....although some of us pine for its return ;)

[_Moniker]

Bond, I'm too embarrassed to post my poetry. It's a bit personal too......

That's what the blog is for...*Evil Poetic laugh*

Ah! What blog would that be? I'd have to create a blog? Eeek! Don't know if I could do that......it'd probably be a bunch of nonsense I ramble on about that no one but me cares for........ or people would interpret stuff I write in different ways...... I'd get pity, scorn, condemnation, lewd come-ons from strangers, and a variety of tsk tsks........I'm sticking with a diary...... ;)

My blog....where I have posted alot more poems. Your blog is curreently imaginary....although some of us pine for its return ;)

Oooooo! Gotcha! :)

[_Doctor Steuss]

Nash:

To Bronx?
No thonx.

[_Blixa]

There's one good thing about the Bronx: magnificent teacher and artist Tim Rollins and his student art collective K.O.S. (Kids of Survival). He's sustained one of the most inspiring pedagogical practices for more than twenty years now. Here's their Bronx mural,
Amerika - For The People of Bathgate, a spin-off from their (I think still on-going) work with Kafka's Amerika.

You can read about this mural here: http://www.lehman.edu/vpadvance/artgall ... ollins.htm and Tim and the kids, here: http://www.grandarts.com/exhibits/TRollins.html All of their art works are literally text based---the works are drawn and painted on top of the actual pages and all projects begin with intensive reading and discussion of the work being addressed. Two of their masterworks are The Scarlet Letter and The Temptation of St. Anthony. I heart Tim Rollins so much.

[Anonymous]

Nash:

To Bronx?
No thonx.

Gary
Larry
and Barry
one is merry
one is hairy
one is Barry

[_Doctor Steuss]

There's one good thing about the Bronx: magnificent teacher and artist Tim Rollins and his student art collective K.O.S. (Kids of Survival). He's sustained one of the most inspiring pedagogical practices for more than twenty years now. Here's their Bronx mural,
Amerika - For The People of Bathgate, a spin-off from their (I think still on-going) work with Kafka's Amerika.
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You can read about this mural here: http://www.lehman.edu/vpadvance/artgall ... ollins.htm and Tim and the kids, here: http://www.grandarts.com/exhibits/TRollins.html All of their art works are literally text based---the works are drawn and painted on top of the actual pages and all projects begin with intensive reading and discussion of the work being addressed. Two of their masterworks are The Scarlet Letter and The Temptation of St. Anthony. I heart Tim Rollins so much.

It's things like this that make me lament living in Vegas. There was such hope with the advent of "First Friday," but unfortunately it has become nothing more than a socialization-fest of young kids born of privileged parents that feel it their call in life to feign angst. Maybe one day it will return to its roots. I still remember watching a meeting with the heads of “First Friday” that my friend (who now lives in NY**) videotaped. Mrs. Gainsburg (of Gainsburg Studio http://www.gainsburgstudio.com/portfolio.html -- her "Heartful Healer" piece is amazing in person) was kind enough to allow my friend’s band to perform in the “courtyard” of her establishment in the Art District for a long time. He would have quasi-musical plays, local artists paint while they performed, and once even purchased a massive canvas and invited all passing individuals to contribute a little piece of themselves while the performance was going on. Anyway, at the meeting he had asked if he could perform on the “main stage” of FF. The head of FF said something along the lines of “we don’t do this for local artists and musicians, that’s not what this is about.” Not about local artists and musicians!?!?!? Harumph!

**Side note: My friend is probably going to be moving to Rhode Island soon (that is after his George Harrison-esque trip to India to find himself). They’re supposedly kicking all of the tenants out of the Chelsea in order to turn it into some kind of high-end boutique.