Diego Rivera
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Diego Rivera – Carnival Of Mexican Life Dictatorship (1936)
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in the benthic zone
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
Samuel Beckett- Waiting For Godot (dir Samuel Beckett) Part One and Two
Becketts own version of his play and here is part 2
Robert Crumb
Frank O’Hara 1966
Martin Rosete – Voice Over (2013)
Michel Gondry – Haircut Mouse (2013)
Before Michel Gondry descends upon us with The We and I (2012) that did well at Cannes and Mood Indigo (2013) about a woman with a flower growing in her lungs , he gives us this short film so enjoy
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