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Ken Goldstein is embarking on an experiment at The Good Men Project. Serializing his new novel, This Is Rage, chapter by chapter.

The Measure of a Man in the Digital Age

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I contemplate the tracks of my peers as technology and personhood become more intertwined.

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Sigmund Freud Said Abnormal

I would be William Shakespeare—zounds. / But I am madder than 12 Ezra Pounds. [Poem]

Car Just Outside Hooter’s

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Hot Pants Are So 1970

Lonely at Arby’s

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poem and art

Ms. Beijing

The picture here, then, is an image of some images which, in turn, are images of other images. A mirror mirror mirror sort of thing, one might say.

The Shed Out Back

Anybody heard of Ernie Gehr?
This kinda reminds me of Ernie Gehr.

Bonaparte (just the poem)

TweetBonaparte   Now we inhabit Paris France (Parisian girls unfurled) French coffee with tax 211 (Best brothels in the world)   Yo, we hate the wimps Pierre Baguettes no American rolls Why should I look at a Henry Matisse? Still Paris’ mornings for our souls   Google failed actor Eugene Atget Old man of Parisian […]

Bonaparte

Now we inhabit Paris France

Dark Coffee Bogart

Talk, Humphrey, I wish I could

Antique Shop Blue Door

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I discovered a place called Antique Row, which is about a mile from my home. For some reason, there always seems to be a great light there.

Hot Pants Are So 1970

TweetHot Pants Are So 1970   I was scared to write at Hooter’s 12 pair of hot pants there I consumed all the big tight chests My waitress’s bleach-blonde hair   She was Barbie; I am Ken No corset tied ’cross her back A man in a green ironed uniform Holstered a pistol; my heart […]

Window Antique Shop

Window Antique Shop

I took this pic yesterday morning at about 11, maybe. There was a garden beneath the window, and two elderly people tending the garden wanted to know what I was doing. I tried to think of something witty to say, but instead just thought to myself: “Don’t worry. I am just jealous of Eugene Atget.”
Wikipedia Footnote: Eugène Atget (February 12, 1857 – August 4, 1927) was a French photographer noted for his photographs documenting the architecture and street scenes of Paris. An inspiration for the surrealists and other artists, his work only gained wide attention after his death.

1 Ice Chest

1 Ice Chest

This is a bangin’ work art which oughtta be hangin’ down there in the East Building of the National Gallery of Art in Wahington, D.C., USA.
I took it while I was returning home to Garrett Park, MD, from Bethany Beach, Del. I was with my brother, Kevin, who was driving, and Kevin pulled off the highway to stop for gas at this roadside gas-station convenience-store thingy place to get some gas. I was happy about this. It meant I could get a hot coco.
The Reddyice chest shined out at me like … I don’t know, like somethin’. It was all contrasty and immortal, more precious than a $2 million Vogue model, and I shot the thing twice, once at a normal exposure, and once about a stop over.
I used the overexposed shot when I edited the pic.
I am not sure what I did to the gol’ derned thing, inverted it, maybe; yeah, I think I inverted it, toyed with the colors some, didn’t solarize it though.
Really I am fond of this shot.
I went down to the National last Thursday for a lecture-tour. As so often, I was confused. I thought the talk was going to be on Expressionism, one of my favorite periods in modern art. Turned out the lecture was on Post-Impressionism, which was A-Okay with me, but truth be told, I prefer the Expressionists. I like the way they slap their bright, irreverent colors onto their canvas.
I learned a couple great things during the talk. For example, Vincent van Gogh was a Post-Impressionist, and he was advised by this artist cat named Camille Pissarro. Before van Gogh met Pissarro, he, van Gogh, painted in muddy browns and blacks and other drab colors. Pissarro persuaded van Gogh to go with lighter colors. So it is because of Camille Pissarro that we have some of van Gogh’s happiest masterpieces.
I go to thinkin’ that maybe I should lighten up on my colors, too, and I have been lightening up lately; but on this pic, I am convinced the gray and blue tints and hues or whatever are the way to go.

Window on Strathmore Avenue

Window on Strathmore Avenue

I was out lookin’ for pictures this morning at 6. Just across the street from where I live, to the west and maybe 3 doors away, I came across two dogs in a bay window. One was a German shepherd; the other was all white, maybe a poodle. The all-white dog was goin’ bonkers. It was barking so loud and jumpin’ on and clawing at the window so hard that I thought a psychiatric unit was gonna show up, tranquilize the thing and stuff it into a straitjacket.
The wild white dog was gonna make for a great shot; and I was excited; but every time I got ready take the picture, the dog ran from the window and disappeared. I tried to take the shot several times; each time the damned dog vanished.
The shepherd was not excited and stood there motionless, looking out the window. I went ahead and shot the pic with just him, which I was sure would make a good pic, but it could be nowhere as good had the white dog stayed and continued to act like a maniac.
When I edited the pic, I found I liked the whole thing more as it went into an abstract image. My editing (for better or worse and through no intention of my own) made the shepherd disappear.
I hope you like this image. It is one of four which I made, and for what it is worth, Wordpress people don’t seem to like my abstract stuff as much as I do.