Showing posts with label "art matters". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "art matters". Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Color Fool



Coming into my son's room the other day, I happened across this art object, on his bed. It made my heart sing(k). I reproduce it above, for you, dear reader, in an act of lyrical out-reaching.

Much love,
B.D.P.

PS: In other news, I am greatly looking forward to the immanent-critical visit of my cousin, Dieter B' Dolla, one of the world's four most gayngsta rappers. We will be collaborating on a nude song, provisionally entitled 'Stick it to the man comma man (Art Matters)'.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

The Missionary Position: A Guest Post



In the first of what will is planned to be a 1,342-part series of guest contributions, I am proud to present a personal reminiscence, from guest poster Stanford Myfoot (to whom I am now reconciled, despite my previous intransingence; my words 'fuck stanford myfoot' were not an insult, but rather, a tribute to his renowned sexual prowess - indeed, I was instructing my wife so to do, as Eliot did with his (wife), to stanford, who then sublet her out to bertrand russell. hence the reason for her madness, at having to settle for bertrand into of stanford, and eliot's christianity, having been converted by the then-Christian stanford, whose cock was magnificently divine, a fine evangelical tool if ever there was one).

Her Lea's great grandfarter, what a great goy (he wasn't Jewish). Kindnapped all the tiny women of rural India during the Raj. Crushed the men single-handedly with the use of his bludnerbust, stamping on their tiny cities in the country. He made them britty women, and wrote 'little women' to legitimise them in western society.

Realising they weren't good for harem girls, he set them to work, in the country and the city, at Elstree, where he founded the first film studio so they could produce popular entertainments that made them seem normal-sized to their adoring public, filmed as they were against tiny sets, with tiny cameras. It was called 'britty wood', against which Roman Williams-Polanski wrote his protestatory polemic 'the country and the city'. it was mainly inspired by his sexual jealousy, for many of them, though of consenting age, resembled in their stature the 13-year olds he so adored.

Charmingly, my son has provided an illustration to accompany this most amusing, and informative post. It can be seen at the top of the post, like Simeon Stylites, who is artistic because I make he, and Browning, matter.




Thursday, 21 May 2009

A Differance of A pinion, Possibly Tragic in Nature


this is by my son potter de polla. it is art, and thus matters.
i've been telling him to take his beater blockers recently, but
he's been failing to do so because he loves me so much.
he wants to make art matter too, and follow in his father's
footsteps. he makes heart matter. he makes my heart matter.
ps. fuck stanford myfoot.
x Oh x -
Oh yeah,
When Staging a Play about the Holocaust,
Remember the
Performance Context, Goys.
Signed,
Kenneth Coke(head).

Monday, 9 February 2009

de de; or, of de.

oh peter (de villiers), you are indeed more fair than the other peter de.
textual love,
beater. X. O. X. O.
p.s. i am a very naughty goy.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

heater de choler


i fucking hate a certain unnamed individual. to adopt the words of another unnamed individual, he's "a fucking prick."

p.s. i am a very sex movie period.

beater de polla's visions of sin









p.s. i am a very sexie movy. period.

arse matters

really, it does.

p.s. i am a very sexy movie.

beater de polla's fantasy

all these women at Clare - up-and-coming poets to a man - vigorously and strenuously masturbating themselves on the copy of beckett's 'disjecta' missing from the Forbes Mellon Library, turning, quickly and multiply, 'disjecta' into 'ejaculata'.

p.s. i am a very sexy movie.