Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fence. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2009

April 29th, 2oo9

“You don't necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they're poets. I don't call myself a poet because I don't like the word. I'm a trapeze artist.”
-Bob Dylan



CAN YOU FEEL THE RACIAL TENSION?

I
CAN FEEL
THE TENSION



But really,
Where has all
the diversity gone?

White
is a boring colour
indeed.

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I've decided that some days I will post a little blog after the poem. Because I feel like adding a little something, kay? Can you handle that? Good.
I also decided to add a quote to each entry. I know what you're saying; "I don't know if I can handle all the change you're introducing to me..." Well, I decided to do it all at once quick, like a band aide, instead of a slow needle. Yadiddymean? The quote, like the picture, usually has absolutely nothing to do with the poem.
I chose this quote because I liked the message. I have a love/hate relationship with Bob Dylan; the man was a genius, and a total ass at the same time. I know. I saw the documentary where he was played by a black boy and a woman.
His child character was so funny and sweet and he grew up and I didn't like him as much. But I appreciate his music so I guess that makes up for it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

April 28th, 2oo9

vous aimez mal davantage que vous m'aimez
my french is broken
like a saucer
or a stem.

pourriez-vous épargner un coeur?
un coeur
un coeur
un coeur

un coeur français.