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Artist Interview: Jim Bilgere

http://csbizzy.com/2012/07/23/artist-interview-jim-bilgere/

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Desire

The slim, suntanned legs of the woman in front of me in the checkout line fill me with yearning to provide her with health insurance and a sporty little car with personalized plates. The way her dark hair falls straight to her slender waist makes me ache to pay for a washer/dryer combo and yearly ski trips to Aspen, not to mention her weekly visits to the spa and nail salon. And the delicate rise of her breasts under her thin blouse kindles my desire to purchase a blue minivan with a car seat, and soon another car seat, and eventually piano lessons and braces for two teenage girls who will hate me. Finally, her full, pouting lips make me long to take out a second mortgage in order to put both kids through college at first- or second-tier institutions, then cover their wedding expenses and help out financially with the grandchildren as generously as possible before I die and leave them everything. But now the cashier rings her up and she walks out of my life forever, leaving me alone with my beer and toilet paper and frozen pizzas.

By George Bilgere

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Grecian Temples

Because I'm getting pretty gray at the temples, which negatively impacts my earning potential and does not necessarily attract vibrant young women with their perfumed bosoms to dally with me on the green hillside, I go out and buy some Grecian Hair Formula. And after the whole process, which involves rubber gloves, a tiny chemistry set, and perfect timing, I look great. I look very fresh and virile, full of earning potential. But when I take my fifteen-year-old beagle out for his evening walk, the contrast is unfortunate. Next to me he doesn't look all that great, with his graying snout, his sort of faded, worn-out-dog look. It makes me feel old, walking around with a dog like that. It's not something a potential employer, much less a vibrant young woman with a perfumed bosom would necessarily go for. So I go out and get some more Grecian Hair Formula— Light Brown, my beagle's original color. And after all the rigmarole he looks terrific. I mean, he's not going to win any friskiness contests, not at fifteen. But there's a definite visual improvement. The two of us walk virilely around the block. The next day a striking young woman at the bookstore happens to ask me about my parents, who are, in fact, long dead, due to the effects of age. They were very old, which causes death. But having dead old parents does not go with my virile, intensely fresh new look. So I say to the woman, my parents are fine. They love their active lifestyle in San Diego. You know, windsurfing, jai alai, a still-vibrant sex life. And while this does not necessarily cause her to come dally with me on the green hillside, I can tell it doesn't hurt my chances. I can see her imagining dinner with my sparkly, young-seeming mom and dad at some beachside restaurant where we would announce our engagement. Your son has great earning potential, she'd say to dad, who would take a gander at her perfumed bosom and give me a wink, like he used to do back when he was alive, and vibrant.

By George Bilgere