Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat. Advertisements
Empirical scope, is all that we ask of fame– Steady now, steady. (Photo of Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick)
Listen to the spoken word track w/ music here. Don’t call it a Comeback— L.L. Cool J. wooing Sylvia Plath in broad daylight where they dance and get crazy theatrical doing the Lazarus (and doing it and doing it well) Sylvia … Continue reading
Lush, red, reposing to give Nostalgia its due– Stars wear ghosts for you.
It is a little known fact that the year in which the plague was invented was the same year in which Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. When pressed for comment on either the plague or his groundbreaking … Continue reading
Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.
Recursively spooling the It-Girl’s Factorymade cool fast fade from the pinwheel galaxy of stars & soupcans– Mmmm mmmm good, for a hot fixed minute during the candyrigged reign of Warhol the Ain’t– Is you is or is you not Aint’s … Continue reading
