Wednesday, March 31, 2010
"Give Up!," 2010, Joshua Abelow
Give Up!
02/2010 Joshua Abelow
I wasn't a big
reader until my
life went to shit
and I went crazy
and all my friends
got old and wrinkly.
Then, suddenly, reading
was much, much
better and much
more exciting than
all of that. Maybe
some day I'll
give up reading
and go back to
living, but until
then, I prefer
staying in
this room.
"Young Oskar," 2010, Joshua Abelow
Young Oskar
01/2010 Joshua Abelow
My mind wanders behind
the wheel. Sometimes,
like now, I pull the car
over to the side of some
strange road to jot down
some strange thought.
I'm parked on the side
of the road in the dark
thinking about how it feels
to be a young artist.
There's a lot of romanticism
in those two words: YOUNG ARTIST
Those words hold romance
for me too, although I usually
feel buried under rocks or
like I'm continually being
crushed by tidal waves.
Here we are with all our
so called talents, but
the wavy lines come out
straight and the straight lines
come out wavy. Every
now and then you think
you've done it right and
then some jerk comes along
and says, "Great job! Do
you know the work of
Oskar Kokoschka?"
"Narcissism," 2010, Joshua Abelow
Narcissism
03/2010 Joshua Abelow
You're so special
Special like the Spiral Jetty
Special like breakfast in bed -
Better than pancakes
Better than silence
I want to see the city
No need for the subway -
Special feet can walk for miles
"The Pervert," 2010, Joshua Abelow
The Pervert
04/2010 Joshua Abelow
I can stick out my tongue
for you. If you are
happy, you can stick
yours out too and we
can compare them.
Or, if you are angry
you can grab
something sharp to
jab into it and make
me cry. This would
prove difficult, though,
because my tongue
is quick and precise like
the head of a turtle.
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