Thursday, October 30, 2008

Watch Your Step -- Fritz Panzer

How can you not heart this wire escalator?
What a beautiful piece: I'm inspired by the execution.

Made by Fritz Panzer

Meet Charles

This man reminds me of my father.

Spray It Again Sam

Hand drawing the hand drawing the hand: You know the allusion/the artsty fartsy reference. I loves it. Clearly. What's not to like? A sly reinterpretation? Graffiti? Spraypaint? Stellar Execution? Yeah. Go head Zach Johnson.

Obama on the Left, McCain on the Right, We Can Talk Politics All Night, and You Can Vote However You Like

This is the best election-year video I have ever seen.
It makes me so happy.

When the pundits annoy me, I just click on this, and I feel so much better.

Go head Ron Clark Academy.

"Obama on the Left, McCain on the Right,
We Can Talk Politics All Night,
and You Can Vote However You Like"

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

David Choe -- Barack Obama -- Upper Playground

Well, as you all know, there’s a lot of Barack Obama-related art out and about. I might send links back and forth with my good friend Julia comparing the quality of the pieces and wishing that we had major $$$ to drop on our favorite prints and pieces. The following is one of my favorite pieces of Obama-related art. It's by David Choe.

Monday, October 20, 2008

National Undergraduate Competition in Poetry and Fiction

Submit! Submit! This contest is now in its 5th year and is one of the few writing competitions that focuses solely on undergraduate work.


RULES: Must be a current undergraduate student at a university or college in the United States. You may submit up to one (1) short story or three (3) poems. There is a $10 entry fee -- make checks payable to Cargoes. Entries submitted without an entry fee will not be considered. Please mail submissions along with a SASE envelope, and entry fee to:

Cargoes C/O K. Transue
Hollins University
P.O. Box #10209
Roanoke, VA 24020

Deadline is December 20th, 2008

Winners are Published in the 2009 edition of Cargoes and receive $200.

You can submit to both fiction and poetry, but you need to provide an entry fee for each genre.


Poetry: Claudia Emerson – Pulitzer Prize Winner
Fiction: Tony D’Souza – Sue Kaufman Prize Winner

Thursday, October 16, 2008

It Lights the Whole Sky

This is better than the inspirational prints and quotation books given during the holidays to people you don't really know. Come on: it's sweet. Maybe it's too sweet if you've had your sugar for the day. Nah. Come on folks: street art and poetry and some "love the world" shit. Srsly.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Kurt Browning's Interpretation of Singin' In the Rain

My roommate V. and I love ice skating. She used to compete and twirl around in spandex and sequins, and I used to be a middle schooler obsessed with the costumes and leaps and Tanya-Oksana hot messes of the world.

Singin' in the Rain is a favorite film of mine because of nostalgia: my father and I used to watch it together.

Anyway, if you can handle Kurt Browning's hair and if you like the film or ice skating (or both!), you should then view this video. It's sweet and creative. Beware: Kurt's sporting one serious mullet.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Pun Master Donne

John Donne was a pun master.
Yeah: he punned his own name. Rah Johnny!

Spit Seeds w/Care

From here
As seen here

Mick Jagger -- World Tour, 2008 -- Dorianne Laux -- Diode

Who doesn’t love a good Mick Jagger poem? Who doesn’t love a good poem? Come on now: the details and last line should be enough to make you self-described non-poets take notice of the piece. Me? I’m swooning about the form and the lines and that last line.

Mick Jagger (World Tour, 2008)
He stands on stage
after spot-lit stage, yowling
with his rubber mouth. If you
turn off the sound he’s
a ruminating bovine,
a baby’s face tasting his first
sour orange or spitting
spooned oatmeal out.
Rugose cheeks and beef
jerky jowls, shrubby hair
waxed, roughed up, arms
slung dome-ward, twisted
branches of a tough tree, knees
stomped high as his sunken chest.
Oddities aside, he’s a hybrid
of stamina and slouch,
tummy pooch, pouches under
his famous invasive rolling eyes.
He flutters like the pages
of a dirty book, doing
the sombrero dance, rocking
around the microphone’s
round black foot , one hand
gripping the skinny metal rod,
the other pumping its victory fist
like he’s flushing a chain toilet.
Old as the moon and sleek
as a puma circling the herd,
a slim redwood on one shaggy leg,
head in the clouds, arms full
of skinks, tree rats, black-capped
birds. The vein on his forehead
pops. His hands drop into fists.
He bows like a beggar then rises
like a monarch. Sir Mick,
our bony ruler. Jagger, slumping
off stage shining with sweat.
Oh please don’t die, not now,
not ever, not yet.

Poem from here
As seen here

Monday, October 6, 2008

Growth Chart for the Grown

Sure, I know how tall I am and know I'm not gonna grow any taller, but I can still swoon over this growth chart.


How tight are these Wallpaper City Guides?
Yeah, I'm a sucker for their design. I always did judge books by their covers....