I spent the morning as a photographer's model wrenched into poses for sordid 8mm thrills. I spent midday as a sculptor's tool, scratching out lines from the liquid Siesta Sun. I spent the afternoon as a painter's longing, slashing off ears and other pathetic parts. I spent the evening as a singer's muse radiating jealousy of the Magpie's chattering melody. I spent the night as an actor's lines, directed by the page's plain, predictable pigment. I spend each daybreak as a jester declining, receding to double-clicks on bits of shining something-porn.
Brian Jones, English musician and composer, died today in 1969.
Jim Morrison, American musician and composer, died today in 1971.
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Love the reference and response to artistic form and failure
Wonderful poem! Love the Jim Morrison photo also…
Don’t think that I could pose for anyone, I’m very camera shy – it’s the wrong side for me.
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