HOLIDAY AFTERMATH
Okay. Someone got a treadmill for Xmas. But what does it mean that, so far, the only peeps who've used this treadmill are the Xmas elves? And that the ones in line to next use it are dawgs? Looks like I gotta, I mean, someone's gotta, write up a New Year's Resolution...
And, yes dears, that wall installation is by Stella Lai. A brilliant meditation -- she cast numerous tiny individual heads, then crocheted light blue masks to place on certain heads to spell out "Don't Touch Me" -- simplistically, of course it has to do with the Asian concept of "face" and the masks that people wear, e.g. "Oriental" women often perceived as submissive vs the aggressiveness of the spelled-out message.
So, what does this have to do with poetry? Well, as moi opening poem to The Secret Lives of Punctuations, Vol. I, proclaims
TO STUDY ART IS TO BECOME THIN
Yadda.
Labels: Furry Love, Poetics, The Secret Lives of Punctuations, Visual Art, What I Do To Amuse Moiself
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