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Exchange of Values

Exchange of Values
acrylic on board 48'X96'

"Structure of Color Perception"

"Structure of Color Perception"
48'X96' acrylic on board

Monday, December 23, 2013

Digitally produced from Pankau art

“Their Eyes Were Watching God”

 "When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another."  Zora Neale Hurston.

My holiday poem:  

#Xmas in Tinseltown

You must be as sick of it as I am
Talk about suicide or pancreatic cancer
Sure children die but must we dwell on it
And those crucifix’s everywhere...
Can’t this all wait till after the holidays

If we’re going to invent them
Why not make kind and yielding gods
Eager to fix what we break and then
Tuck away nicely into our fanny-packs

Superheroes are what we really want
Not grim anchorites sworn to silence
Invisibility is not much of a super-power
If you leave bloody tracks everywhere

Isn’t it time for fresh gods who aren’t bound
To old books and sunday mornings
Free-market gods tested by focus groups
Crowd sourced customized and tweetable  

Branded deities that can compete on wall street
Survive the blood-sport of the trading floor
No more public subsidies for gods
Who can’t hack it in the real world

Where fortunes are made amusing ourselves
With plots of planetary annihilation
Mega-industries inventing fantastic scenarios
Of extinction and doom

Monstrous molecules invading our blood-stream
The dead risen and walking among us
Falling stars pulverizing capital cities 
Computer singularities conquering the noosphere

Our new gods won’t require faith
Only the willing suspension of dis-belief
Children will still die but
Who will bother to ask why?

No need to rub-out the old gods
Look how wounded and pitiful they are
Leave them for the sick and useless
Let them all wither away together 

Let’s re-create paradise ourselves
Temples without sacrifice or virginity
Hyper-linked fractal liturgies
Bloodless virtual bodies
The stars, look to the stars

Obliged and blessed holidays.  

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