The Italian Shopping Mall Poem Remapped

May 16, 2016

Its a Verdi Verdi Good time to start this remapping

of the previous poem

Its time for remapping

Not only  the remapping of Venice with business cards the byproduct of commerce

as included in the Venice Biennale and presented by one Johannes Knoops

But the reamapping of the Italian Shopping Mall Poem

in or not in its entirety

and its “Donatella Versace in Between Faces”


I don’t even  know where to begin

remapping this poem, Do I begin where it began?

At the time of the Palio-

wandering around

in full lust-

Shadows encountered  from other continents

Would by now disappear


Remember in the end all that was is ephemera

Sicilian complexion

Sicilian Complexions

Sicilian complexity


So that was the first thing that was going to happen

Blood orange and volcanoes

That you had the Via Guliiani in Firenze

All mista up

And would eventually would wind up across

from the Capella Medici at the Trattoria Il Porcupino

Remember in the end all that was is ephemera


I do not have Olive Garden revolving door insurance


The designer John Galliano

So his mentor Oscar De La Renta

Gave him one last shot

So it is good to cap off your evening

with Galliano just one last shot








It’s an Optical Illusion

April 22, 2016

Its an optical illusion which is all about confusion

It is when you think you see a slant the sky scape when it only the scene in the street ahead of you

When, the interlocking winding chromatically alternating construction traffic barrier separates the drive down ramp of the pay to stay parking lot from the entry foyer to the multi winged lobby of the city center vintage motor lodge but while directing one in a detour from elsewhere leaving a space to step right in the se place where you are supposed to come back around to and on the glass wall window behind a voluminous thin rise of Halloween germane faux cobwebs

Olivia Mann a Libyan man
So goes the mixer which seems to be blocking the street as if having to be gotten around after there having been a long wait to cross the intersection the orange and white creamsicle vehicle which seemed to be pulled in backwards suddenly charges forward and as the thin part of its fattened oblong conical shaped upper carriage apparatus is at the forefront with containers drum to rear it became an optical which was about confusion in the act of vacating towards temporary semi-seclusion to eventually arrive at a totally unexpected conclusion

A shaving scab or a vegetables from am Indian lunchu buffet smear?
Darting fluorescent policemen are only road signs
A pewter scale model statue of liberty wheat pasted with all sorts if announcements on varying states of repair is a silvet street lamp
Elephantine snuffelufagus muppet
Is white woman with blonde dreads

There is giant santa claus jack in the box windbreaker floating out over a square lot encompassing tent lording over all of this – salmon scarf squiggle cello

A calvary regiment charging forward is a grand opening line of pennants strung along end to end above a drive up restaurants parking lot
An uptown going large screen tv screen gone orange is a bicycle messenger pedaling hard with a parcel carrying bag

Mariachi band umbrella walking
Big nose optical jigsaw puzzle

A collision of optical illusions collides

A dark hued suv a kayak and a chair hoisted atop its roof
A duo of individual objects like horns fastened to the summit of the ride now straight ahead of you and going over a slight hill on to the interstate with black rubber marks on the road in front during a blazing sun’s daily demise

Blue sure did Apple store workers who it is a red bowling ball
I am walking into texting I am an accident
Not waiting to happen I am here

A dried leaf blowing across the roadway is a squirrel contorting dim sighted sensing vehicles oncoming
A pole is a fast boat or a speed plane racing up river
Silver fish swimming in a verdigris billboard
A metal sigh is a man pissing on the side of the highway
A stone blockade jaggedly fissured is a couch
Forearm pool cue butt rump

South of The Border I get some marbles back

April 18, 2016

I had waited forever to eat there at the Sombrero restaurant at the South of the Border; the salad bar of which never seemed to be in operation when I happened in, but, this week escaping from the blizzard… surprise.

I was also pleasantly surprised to see the ample selection from different foods groups and the almost no competition to consume them.  Until the marbles people showed up but at that point I was just sucking down my final coca cola
Since this is a restaurant which serves quasi Mexican fare one of the offerings of the buffet is chips which can of course be co-joined by salsa. Also they had authentic balsamic vinegar from Modena.
Here the blue chesse dressing was in a container slot bucket right next to what becomes borscht.  So here were beats and culture and ergo Anthony Bourdain is not the only one to have discovered such possibilities in exploring and talking about food while on the road
Moreover soon reveling verbally about the marvels of  salad bar to the waiter the wife in a couple who had just been seated a few booths away offered that’s why they come here.
When I ventured over she gave me four marbles of the small round variety and notified of just who they were in the marble business including her husband being a judge in the national marble shoot off.   She offered that she also made tie dye furniture.  They were headed south to various flea markets and fairs where they would be offering their wares and were presently staying in their camper currently located in the South of the Border trailer park.
The fact that they were in the marbles trade allowed me the context to tell them one of my tour guide jokes ..”that’s the Carlyle Hotel home to George clooney and Amal Alboudin ..
Amal Alboudin is currently in Greece helping the Greeks to get their marbles back I wish she would come here and help me get mine back too
Then it was demonstration time.. that is while talking about blogging about this place and praising it charms to these diners caught up in time and admist for the abundance of small  chatkas such as cart wheels and donkey sculptures, I went over to the ledge of wall which held a maraca, picked it up, and shook
And all the way back down to Florida and up I still have the marbles I have not lost one…

Bowie Tribute Concert at Carnegie Hall article on l”Etage

April 7, 2016
The Music of David Bowie at Carnegie Hall March 31, 2016

Blah! Blah! Blah! If you can’t take a joke you can get the bleep out of this blog book number two Mrr.Brainwash Pops Up

August 3, 2015

Nothing like showing up at a Brainwash convention

or a Brainwash convention shows up for you

Pops upimage image image image image image image image image image image

You drop in

You stop in for shock value to shock nobody you know

or thought that you needed to know

I exit through the rift in my mind shop

But not able to contain the contagion

Cannot be stopped from going back in

Amid surplus nostalgia and all its attendant chazzarai

A remembrance of hype built upon glitz

hose foundation was association,

But lost in what is magnificently horrendous

I am left looking my vintage silver with soda fizz holes Nike running shoes

Shoes athletic shoes sneakers are a pair oh where oh where has my other shoe dropped?

Hard Spock Cafe

February 28, 2015

Hard Spock Cafe

Lets all return to base return to base

No Tribbles


The Message is the Massage

February 21, 2015

Under the Sombrero again

South of the border where fat people pull over on the way to florida is the genesis of my most visited blog post ever, written after a stop in 2008 for an emergency massage.

At that point this blogger thought that he would be some tag laying down proper noun multiplying latter day Richard Burton the explorer or Lord Byron cataloguing exotic lands but the internet is an avalanche and in order to garner any traffic he found that there had to be some gimmick like north of south or south of North or as it goes a wordplay deconstruction of the geography of the locale of South of the Border

But of course the message was the massage as it is a kind of publicly secretive one—

The message is the massage



December 22, 2014

When Donkeys Fly Art Basel Miami Beach 2014- Skitzophrenogenesis, #artbaselnaps, Deitch mistakes Miley for Kelly

December 5, 2014

When Donkey’s Fly image ( Donut at the booth of GióMarconi,  Milan by  Nathalie Djurberg) When Donkey’s fly through donkey donuts, giant rounds of faux icing it is not surprising that the art-world and all of its attendant bling so attractive as well a distraction even to those who are supposed to be doing the summarizing will gather where the punch bowl blazes as it disappears over the horizon, So here/there we were a motley crew; Urszula Abolik, Dr. Barnaby Ruhe and I at the big date the billionaires in track shoes running to collect watever they are going to collect and the famous names; Peter Brant 1, Owen Wilson, Leonardo DICaprio, Diddy (Sean Combs), Swiss Beatz (Austrian time increments anyone?),  Baz Luhrman, Tommy Hilfiger and many more. What was in store? …  And then in the words of Emily XYZ one might have replied with “I am going to the store I am going to the store”, even as Phoebe Legere says “art is not a combat sport”… What do I care?   i who am all washed up with wishes all wished out wish that my photographic memory would have brought it all together with art by doing my part. So of all of the art whats stands out for this coffee fountain is Stanton MacDonald’ Wright’s monumental sychromist canvas L’age d’or (1966-67) for a Million two at Frances Nauman (which also sold a Man Ray of the late actress Ruth Ford red dotted and then shipped off before the events demise) and a couple of works by the amazing Canadian sculptor David Altmejd.                                                        (Daybreak by David Altmejd)                               Meanwhile when it was time to party while drinking Perrier at the Peter Marino opening. as he took over not a piece of the Bass, but, almost the whole Bass.  And you were about to Bass out as the leather master interior designer who really just playing dress while having a wife and daughter stood Lordly in the most far away room of the building as the opening ensued and society types doted upon him. It was a scene from which I had shuttled from the BMW party which among other things offered ceviche and red snapper tacos. The whole place was filled with his art collection, his designs, pictures of his architectural commissions, leather trappings and even a wax figure of him in bondage bar gear. Meanwhile back at ABMB Baz Luhrman and his wife and design partner Catherine Martin co-curated an exhibition wit in the fair itself with Nellie Hooper celebrating the fiftieth birthday of Gallery Gmurynska. I who had missed the Baz Barney’s holiday window opening (for having to stop and zap my I-phone at apple and if they moved that sculptural bovine to the park at the end of the island then the Battery would hold a charge which is something that their 5S cannot seem to do and a die in there they already have a die in their batteries are always dying) suddenly found myself face to face with the sailor shirt wearing Aussie  and told him how I doubled my tips on the double-decker with a little help from his fenetres, and he said he was really pleased to hear that,.  Then I did my imitation of him which I have been working on it is what he says in this video which follows here. After exiting the Marino opening while pushing through the large strip of what looks like a discotheques version of  car wash fabric, consisting of black shiny plastic fabric separated like Venetian blinds and made probably to effect the supreme fetishists love for leather, this blogger entered the park where was happening the opening for “Public” an official art instillation sub-show of the ABMB spectacular.  Therein all of a sudden a large crowd under of the instruction of a pied piper type were led to a giant wood construct piece which it turns out had been created by the last assembled group the previous night.  It turns out it was Christian Falsnaes and yours truly got out in front of the forward marching crowd and as you can see got his rocks off taking an active part. A little later on I  recorded my truth at the truth booth Though private it was yes just to take on the moment and it was such a blast! i drank so much espresso that I visited the bathroom more time then a bus full of retirees in Atlantic City as I was zipping back and forth on i-95 to the lovely seaside hamlet of Deefield Beach. So the landscape was set out including the work by the conceptual giantess Marin Abromovic set throughout the city, including the one at the  Miami Beach convention center which invited you to just take a load off honey at her #artbaselnaps.  .Not only did she speak at the salon conversations station at the fair but she an instillation at the Beyler foundation booth which consisted of lying down on a cot blanket  atop putting your bags in a locker headphones on close your eyes and nothing designer sensory deprivation.. I needed this time out and saw volcanoes of hot pink from belly buttons spouting out. On one of the shuttles I heard a woman remarking that she saw only one Jeff Koons and indeed there were all types of works mixed in including where Damian Hirst with the pharmaceutical went gigantaform with “Schizophrenogenesis” at the Paul Stolper Gallery, London, United Kingdom  booth it was a lit bit of Nauman whose birthday it was on December 6th while the fair was with the neonscript spelling the name and the honey I blew up the prescription drugs objects,  It was titillating to the passersby Meanwhile it was back to the exhibit Luhrman in tandem had curated to see what he had chosen.   A whole spectrum of modern masters had been deployed from the founding giants such as Picasso and Kandinsky to later greats like Francis Bacon and Cy Twombly. Over at design Miami there was furniture by Zaha Hadid at the King Kong climbing the Burj al Khalifa, which had cordially invited the beast to Dubai.This assemblage is  by the London firm of  LANDMARK.

Ali blah blah

September 25, 2014

Underwritten by the forty thieves
Open said a me
And the entrance closed


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