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Alexander Rodchenko, Vladamir Mayakovsky – Galoshes Persia 1925
Rodchenko, Mayakovsky
Galoshes advert 1925
Alexander Rodchenko
Advertising Poster urging to buy galoshes:
“Galoshes by Ruber Trust are the best.
They are worn in the north, south and west”
Made by Ruber Trust
1920’s
Text by V. Mayakovsky
Interesting piece of advertising in Persia
flounderboy
fuck it and the great yee haa
dumbshit muscle car
and that fabricated pregnancy
her side of town always had it right
he was a paper flounder
in the forest
gasping for air,
she kissed him once
it occurred,
tearing up blacktop
nowhere to go
his image would be born at 5pm
and he would not be there,
bottle shattered thrown from window
fuck accelerated with the engine
spit on fists and punch the wall
turning hard
smearing rubber,
breathing hard as engine idled
blue bra and panty serenade
shit he was a dumbfuck
turning to run,
her dad did not have a bullet
in the chamber of his heart,
returning at a slower crawl
only his mind raced
it was time
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
gardens in a candlelit room
i take a hammer
and a nail
to my brother and sister eye,
one gazing south
to shared sand of desert and sea,
other north
through motorcycle lens
to fields of open pleasure,
my visceral concern
is not getting lost between both,
naked to contradiction
my form is seen
bare paleness of a wanting moon
sand still tasted between teeth,
without movement and sound
to the board of memory
each eye nailed
swiftly
so there is no gelatinous collapse
blinking obscura of pain,
i now want
flesh cold
still pale
not written upon by her lips,
hammer has fallen
indenting ground
taking root
Andrew Wyeth Man and the Moon
carpetbagger venom
he was a splinter off a dollar bill
the rest broke up and devoured
by the man of the bank,
leaving as an innocent,
chevrolet voyaged south to el paso
under skies that had stars,
his waking
close to sunland park mall,
tight block of stores,
determined to prove her wrong
thrum of ac motel anthem,
dreams a sour bed of flowers,
as he strived for a spiritual arc,
life had a repetoire
of giving and deceiving
now he would turn the tide,
life’s quick dimensions
could not be measured accurately,
singing on the sidewalk
his prey everywhere,
smiling softly chewing gum
that had forgotten it’s spearmint taste,
his time was now
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