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| The acclaimed poet died this week. Max was twenty-five years old. He succumbed to a life-long battle with cancer. Here is another of his poems: Earthquake Country Before Final ChemotherapyFor the first time tonight, as I put my wife to bed I didn’t have to shove her off me. She turned away in her sleep. I wondered what was wrong with my chest. I felt it, and the collar bone spiked up, and where she’d rest her cheek were ribs. Who wants to cuddle a skeleton? My skeleton wandered from the house and out onto the street. He came, after much wandering, to the edge of a bay where a long bridge headed out— the kind that hangs itself with steel and sways as if the wind could take away its weight. There were mountains in the distance— triangles of cardboard— or perhaps the mist was tricking his eyes. The instant the mist made him doubtful, it turned to rain. The rain covered everything. The holes in his face were so heavy he wondered if the water was thickening— if he was leaching into them. He panicked. Perhaps he was gunked up with that disgusting paste, flesh, all over again. If I were alive I’d have told him I was nothing like what he was feeling— that the rain felt more like the shell of a crab than the way I’d held him. That it felt more like him. But I wasn’t alive— I was the ghost in the bridge willing the cars to join me, telling them that death was not wind, was not weight, was not mist, and certainly not the mountains— that it was the breaking apart, the replacement of who, when, how, and where with what. When my skeleton looked down he was corrupted in the femur by fracture, something swelling within. Out of him leaked pink moss. Water took it away. |
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| © Paul Oliverio Another Arkansas Sunset This is how Charles Lloyd saw it. |
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| © Oliverio The Greening of a Bay Window This is the first numbered GoFather/Rorschach page. The Rorschach Sequence begins here. The Rorschach Sequence continues there. |
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| Unlike in Switzerland where he is regularly celebrated, no French national museum to date has devoted an exhibition to Charles Gleyre. His role in French painting of the mid 19th century is still underestimated. *** The Musée d’Orsay, the leading museum for western art of the 19th century, is presenting...the solo exhibition “Charles Gleyre. The Genius of Invention” The image and caption are from today's ART DAILY  |
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| 1883-1924 His next page is here. |
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| The piece, entitled SPY BOOTH, depicted three men in trench coats using listening devices to tap into conversations at an actual public telephone box in Cheltenham, southwest England.  Caption + Title are verbatim But this quote is from Shephard Fairey: Public art is ephemeral by nature. And the next quote is from LCSoL: The next GoFather/Banksy page is here. |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio Waterboarded or Impressionist View of the George Washington Bridge (August 10, 2016) |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio Legs |
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| © Oliverio St. Anthony's 90802 Inspired + enhanced by my SMARTER HALF |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio She caught the mesa in Katy, Arizona and... [cue up TAJ MAHAL] |
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| F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful And Damned 1922 The next Fitzgerald page is here. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ |
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| Nina Simone sang this song for Ms. Biles long before this dazzling child was born! |
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| © Oliverio For David Hockney Conceivably, my favorite living artist (as long as I don't have to look at his naked boyfriends). Mr. Hockney, allow me to be the first person to crown you The King of Kodak Kollages We did not drive through Peach Blossom Highway but there were times when I wished we were on Dearie Blossom Highway. |
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| © Oliverio Dickson Comfort Inn Backyard 190 miles East of Memphis |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio Through The Very Wet Looking Glass |
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| © Oliverio Ghost Town, Arkansas a/k/a SWEET PEA #2 |
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| © Oliverio Ghost Town in Black and White a/k/a SWEET PEA #1 |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio A Magritte Rain?  |
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| © Mrs. Oliverio Cloud on a Wire |
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| © Mrs. CarPeo Another Long Arkansas Ascent on I-40 To hear the title song, click here. |
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| F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful And Damned The next Fitzgerald page is here. |
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| If one picture is worth one thousand words and you have the three pictures then you–very quickly and very visually–went through 3000 words. |
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| 1 picture = 1000 words +1 picture = 1000 words 2 pictures = 2000 words |
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| One picture is worth one thousand words |
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| Sam3 Please support (or just appreciate) STREET ART UTOPIA As for a 20th Century Sam, click here for a story that can be retitled This Squirrel's Last Nuts. The next page in this series is here. |
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| See you later, alligator |
