Tuesday, July 20, 2010

An excerpt from "Canadada Day"...

I am a man called Nothng, a gangster cowboy mannequin with arms and legs akimbo. A deconstruction of Spam tasting like human flesh. The human flesh will burn today in the bonfire of nostalgic elves- pointy hats blowing in the barbecue breeze of German engineering. Down at the Edelweiss club the grainy mustard flows freely, tangy yellow sacrament of the bratwurst twins. More wieners please for this bevy of pneumatic cheerleaders in their wooden short shorts, laughing with wooden teeth, barking like wooden dogs. More wieners please for that constipated politician pig face. More wieners please to be projected onto my 3-d hi-def flat screen. I am on a diet. I consume pictures. Pictures of Lillian Munster, pictures of Ogopogo, pictures of starlets hot-knifing hash because the everyday is beautiful like a kettledrum. A kettledrum full of lips and teeth chattering like marimbas played by barefoot minstrels. Gribble burps up an illusion, a poetic liscence plate that reads I luv Grmpa. Spark up that salamander, that soufflé of feelings, you backseat driver. You anarchist in black underwear, my panda bare bear. So were sweating like a Maine coon cat in July, like a fat man sipping soup, like Joan Rivers melting face. Because he said anorexia nervosa is the luxury of the leisure class. We enter a bay made from plastic and spastic turquoise paint. Dear intellectuals: you need not apply for the position of Rasputin’s chicken. You belong on Hollywood Squares- totally L7, Clark Kent glasses glazed by secretions of laptop malaise. What fun this is to see you nearly naked on the boob-tube. Oh uranium in birdbones, drizzle weaving the names of lovers who salivated feasting on blue heron backbones muted and bulbous typhoon of carbonation. Let us hibernate in quantum flare space with Chili and Gribble, acid-etched photons in the ocean floating feral ammonia kisses on the earlobe scar, the blizzard of wishes bending mirrors of the funhouse flesh. Oh lingerie pillow fight party in my kidney-shaped pool full of gin. Oh blasphemous modern dancer with androgynous haircut, your nervy fortune telling is a ticket to the Museum of Modern Failure. The bird they were going to eat stands up straight, adjust her kaleidoscope and pops like a bubble with your new lover’s name on it. Sunflower flamingo, oh octopus oracle, outlaw of the sensorium, please be my gift horse in the mouth.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Like a Piece of Meat at Vegetarian Disneyland

Like a piece of meat at vegetarian Disneyland

The chicken pecks at the mirror
but the mirror doesn’t break
Because we live in Victoria
And broken mirrors are against the law
But the mirror in tokyo
Floats underwater caressed by sharks
The mirror in Tijiuana is
Smeared with bloody cocaine
The mirror in bahia
Scatters fragrance to voodoo wind
The mirror in new york
Is very expensive and broken
Into nine million pieces of art
Black dog licks the mirror
With a hot pink popsicle tongue
Like a piece of meat
At vegetarian Disneyland
There are puppets with chainsaws
Carving up the mahogany mouse
The mouse that roared a billion squeaks
That shined a trillion cartoon shoes
The mouse inside the mirror
Is an uber rodent from another dimension
Back in Victoria queen of the cat gang named Sheba
prowls in the perfumed dawn of spring
and soon a perplexed rodent dangles
in this fluffy hunter’s jaws

Sunday, July 18, 2010

NEW PAINTINGS

here are some recent paintings....once i get the swing of things here i hope to add new images and old favourites as well...maybe a couple of videos and possibly an audio spoken word piece and some of my latest screeds..neo-surrealist rants...your comments and questions are appreciated..hey-i'm a "late adapter",but hey all the cool kids are doin' it, so why not me? cheers, rg

head over heels ...acrylic on wood...42 x 48 inches

here are some recent paintings...