these kids are weird. better not listen! it may spell
trouble. i don't even have any ink on my body however yesterday while making my
way in my vehicle thru curves of fog hovering over bare skin trees and leftover
snow & saturated leaves hitting moments w/ vistas over the river reflecting
billows of smoke from Shenango coke ovens w/ thousands of blinking yellow &
white lights shimmering in the mud based waters of the Ohio and driving onto
Island Avenue of McKees Rocks =sitting @ red light and listening to the strange
retro reminisce of instruments penetrating now over the airwaves & while I
was staring at graffiti on red bricks of a tired bldg cased in rot iron and wet
w/ rain, heavy fog & breaks of sunlight --- I felt transformed as if on
Halloween (or in the Lava Lounge for a late nite) like my $115.00 Swiss cap I
purchased @ a downtown store in Oxford Center was more like the cap of that
chap sitting on a thin beam of steel eating his lunch out of a pale that sat
next to him w/ a thermos high above the city streets of NYC during construction
of one of the dynamite skyscrapers in a picture that used to hang in the men’s
room of the Sewickley Hotel and I also felt those overhauls of his I was now
wearing w/ that cap and they were now hipster-overhauls unlike the engineer locomotive
ones Mr. MoJo Risin (anagram for Jim Morrison) wore in bohemian mayhem of the
early 70’s when I was born. ..I felt as if I were a hipster and living in the “new”
Millvale of Pennsylvania (across the bridge of its better looking lost sister “ville”
@Lawrenceville). ..
Best of the Roses (but not rose colored glasses),
Giovanni Conte`
New Media Matters: an everyday art
No comments:
Post a Comment