” if i look at any subject for some time, the spectacle enchants me. This is the curse of the photographer.”
One of the best photographers of modernity Irvin Penn was born on June 16, 1917
In his youth he was going to become a painter, but soon for some reason destroyed all his works.
This is how the world lost the artist Irvin Penn, but he bought the future genius photographer. In 1943, the cover of “Vogue” appeared his first picture, and this date can be considered the beginning of his brilliant career.
“RESPECT!” a poem, intended to convey respect! a.k.a.: “Good Luck!” October 15, 2018 (Monday) [Preface: “Giving More Respect To Turkeys!” a poem within this poem, kinda! [”Help! I was kidnapped! by turkeys – with beaks and snoods! / They DEMANDED more respect; there were both hens & dudes: /“We are primary coverts!” at me they … Read More
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy, Now, when our blathering fools are scared, and the years have proved us right – All unprovided and unprepared, the Outpost of the White! "Get the people – no matter … Read More
Van T Barfoot died… (2012) Remember the Guy who wouldn't take The flag pole Down on his Virginia Property aWhile back? You might Remember the news story several Months ago About a crotchety old man in Virginia who Defied his local Homeowners Association, And refused to take down the Flag pole on His property along with the … Read More
“NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL!” a poem a.k.a.: “An Expression of Time!” April 16, 2019 (Tuesday)
Rome wasn’t built in a single day; nor (was it) burned in a moment; Rome was build – “in the twinkling of an eye!” Here’s-my-irreverent-co[e]m-ment?
Paris-is (pause) “The City of Love?!” or – [Fire]LIGHT, as we see, “Love’s eternal! and so are you! and-there’s-in-evi-ta-bil-ity!” Our sad condition, yearns for change, but mourns when structures fall! “The-Need-To-Revise & IMPROVE-The-Race” is The Theme at The MUTANTS’ Ball!
As mourners gathered, watching-Notre-Dame-burn, tears fell on the street, I-wondered: Would-they cry so much, if-they-knew-The-Cathedral’s tweet: “I need some tender loving care! So-expect some-burning in Monday’s air, But, please don’t grieve, the worm must die, To-emerge! and-give A-VICTORY-CRY! For, I-have some-dross I need to burn, And-some cross-ed wires I dare to spurn!”
But no one got this off of Twitter, For stones don’t talk, like man or “critter!” I got it – lying in my bed! You-see, I’ve-got-“rocks in my head!” But, yeah, so Notre (pause) Dame (Cathedral) agreed, To-suffer-some-“burn,” but I did plead, That-“she”-might-agree to save the art, And She said: “Sure! I got a Heart! So, go-ahead, get-the-paintings-out; I’ve-no-problem-with-that – I’m just about, Getting a face lift – and the wires untwisted! Please, keep some auld, Your “Numen-isted,” But please build-me-up to a ‘quality standard,’ So-I-might-feel – “supremely pander-ed!”