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"La mujer, el vidrio,

El tornado, jardín primitivo,

Yo, la flor

Saltando, fugitivo,

no, no, no..."

"Mejor No Hablar de Ciertas Cosas" - SUMO

recaption

Zerkalo (1975)

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Gustave Cariot, Le Pont Neuf in Paris, (Beautiful Clear Weather), 1940. Oil on canvas

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Rind, 1955, M.C. Escher

https://www.wikiart.org/en/m-c-escher/rind

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Victor Vasarely PULSAR-3 1983

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Henri Zuber

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Stars, 1948, M.C. Escher

https://www.wikiart.org/en/m-c-escher/stars

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Toadstools under the Tree, 1916, Nikolay Bogdanov-Belsky

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The Sun, 1916, Edvard Munch

Medium: oil,canvas

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Contrast (Order and Chaos), 1950, M.C. Escher

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Vladimir Veličković (Serbian, 1935-2019), Exit Fig. XVlll, 1990. Oil on canvas, 208 x 150 cm.

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Mural Mosaic in The Alhambra, 1922, M.C. Escher

psy-rituality

Lizard King

AS I LOOK BACK As I look back over my life I am struck by post cards Ruined Snap shots Faded posters Of a time, I can’t recall I am Scot, or so I’m told. Really The heir of mystery christians Snake in the Glen The child of a military family… I rebelled against church After phases of fervor I curried favor in school And attack’d the teachers. I was given a desk in the corner I was a fool & the smartest kid in class. Walks in D.C. in negro streets. The library & book stores. Orange brick in warm sun. The books & poets magic Then sex gives greater stimulation Than you’ve ever known and All peace & books lose their charm And you are thrown back on the eye of vision. History of Rock coinciding w/ my adolescence Came to LA to film School Venice Summer, drug Visions Roof top songs Early struggles and humiliations Thanks to the girls who fed me. Making Records Elvis had sex-wise mature voice at 19. Mine still retains the nasal whine of a repressed adolescent minor squeaks & furies An interesting singer at best a cream or a sick croon. Nothing in-between. Road days, fear of Plane death And night was what Night should be A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep I have ploughed My seed thru the heart of the nation. Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein. Now I embrance the poetryof business & become - for a time - a “Prince of Industry” A natural leader, a poet a Shaman, w/ the soul of a clown. What am I doing in the Bull Ring Arena. Every public figure running for leader. Spectators at the Tomb- riot watchers Fear of Eyes Assassination Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me. The horror of business The Problem of Money guilt Do I deserve it? The Meeting Rid of Managers & agents After 4 yrs. I’m left w/a mind like a fuzzy hammer Regret for wasted nights and wasted years I pissed it all away american music End w/ fond good-bye and plans for future Not an actor writer-filmmaker Which of my cellves will be remember’d Good-bye America I loved you Money from home Good luck, stay out of trouble ~ Jim Morrison, 1971. Wilderness.(Poem written in Paris, France)