Warhol At The Grocery Store courtesy of Tess at Magpie Tales
Wiki says: "Andy Warhol (August 6, 1928 – February 22, 1987) was a leading figure in the visual art movement known as pop art. After a successful career as a commercial illustrator, Warhol became a renowned and sometimes controversial artist. His works explore the relationship between artistic expression, celebrity culture and advertisement."
I don't know which of these soups is right for him. I am confused about more important things, ever since he left town.
The other day I had to take a wild hive from our house porch column, up at the top. Me and a buddy. We failed to dress completely, only half suits, and these were aggressive bees. I don't know how many times I was stung but things got weird by the end of the day, I can tell you. We got that hive moved though.
I'll go home to stock the shelter I dug in our backyard. We'll need it for sure this year. How much soup will we actually need? I guess I am going to triple up on my glasses too. Can't see nothing without them. I dug the thing back in '99 because of Y2K, but I fell in love with the idea when my Dad put one in back in the fifties. We knew the bomb was going to drop. We all trained to dive under the school desks but I knew that was stupid.
But damn, Clarice. You had to go hire on to the FBdamnI. I got rid of all the sheep.
Lost Clarity
At that time, under
that younger yellow sunlight,
in that noon moonrise,
in the first quarter,
I thought you heard me clearly,
would have sworn it so.
The way you are now,
I know you have changed. Your heart
beats another beat,
and my tongue twists up
as I try to say simple
things I need to say.
March 7, 2010 10:22 PM
This post written for Magpie Tales, Mag 106 *click here*
Wow.......
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(I like the end about the sheep....)
I remember those shelters.
My parents started one.
When we cleaned my Mom's house years (and years!) later we found all these food cans imploded.......
Always a pleasure to vist here.
:)
I love the story.
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling it gives me, where i think is this real, where i really think this is real, but it must be fiction. As in a dream where you pinch yourself, and you actually feel the pinching, so you think it must be real, but somehow....
So is it real, where you stung by bees and did you get rid of all the sheep? Pleeeeese let it be real.
Don't tell me i lost all clarity.
Enjoyed. Like how this all goes together, the stories and the image, and reflection on previous times still within reach of remembering.
ReplyDeleteWhat a trip! Glad I came along. Your poem is moving Christopher. Speaks to me, and he.
ReplyDeleteit would be the bees knees, if you removed the double word verification to spare your followers eyeballs!
ReplyDeleteI saw a documentary about Warhol, once, in which someone told about being invited to his place for lunch, and being surprised when Andy started heating up a can of Campbell's soup. At first he thought Warhol was making some kind of ironic statement but then realized that, no, that was actually what he ate at home.
ReplyDeleteI quite like the idea of an underground shelter in my garden - wonder how long it would take me to dig one?
ReplyDeleteEverything but the poem is true somewhere for someone. The poem is true for me, sort of.
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The double word thing is purely blogger and is not at all my doing. Ever since I was beset by robots posting crap in back blogs and stuff like that, I see no way to avoid this. I had a poem on the World Wrestling Federation that was actually about a relative of mine who was a pro wrestler. I couldn't get the robots to stop picking on it until I added word verification. I actually removed the post before I finally understood how it was happening. Now I hardly ever get that kind of crap. The capcha style wordver is just how blogger is now doing it. My posts do sometimes get heavy reference traffic which means that the robots would come my way. One of my posts which references a castle has now over 3000 page views.
Yogaforcynics, Warhol probably ate Campbell's at home because that soup company would have given him a life time supply, with gratitude, for producing the art. =D
ReplyDeleteChristopher, I enjoyed reading your work here. The art pops, the bees are all abuzz, and you have holes, like Henry Moore, dug in your yard.
Thank you for sharing this. =D
You've covered all bases here. i especially like the closing poem. K.
ReplyDeleteAn enjoyable story and poem.
ReplyDeletenice...sorry it took me so long to get back...the word verification will not allow me to post comments except on my wifes computer..the other has an older IE which wont let me see the verification...
ReplyDeletei find those shelters rather fascinating...i wonder as the year goes on if they wont come back in style..ha...
nice verse too
Sunlight was younger then...
ReplyDelete:D Yes, Tess... Our sunlight was younger in fact yesterday or even a minute ago. Plus the sunlight striking our earth is about 9 minutes younger than the sunlight now leaving the sun due to the distance it travels. There is absolutely nothing technically wrong with the phrase.
ReplyDeletereally like this...thanks
ReplyDeleteAlways wanted one of those underground shelters but life got in my wasy.
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Just to set the record straight, here are the sources of my three little stories.
ReplyDelete1. the bee vignette comes from the reality TV show of Billy the Exterminator out of Louisiana.
2. the backyard underground shelter was fully stocked in the movie "The Road" as the most recent memory nudge, though really underground shelters have played a significant role in my public consciousness at various points in my life.
3. the sheep thing and Clarice is of course, "Silence of the Lambs".