Processing the Death of Dr. Smith (2009)
Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until the circuits could stand all they could stand.
Processing the Death of Dr. Smith (2009)
Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until the circuits could stand all they could stand.
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'One evening…an actor asked me to write a play for an all-black cast. But what exactly is a black? First of all, what's his colour?'
-- Jean Genet
Spoiled brats with guns play at being revolutionaries.
The way to wreck the economy, they discover,
Is to stop buying things. So they move into
Trash bins and scavenge jaundiced ribs,
Quote Marx and wave Mao’s little red book,
But it’s still only women who have to clean up.
They are roped and chained like slaves, held
At gunpoint, made to bend over and shake
Their booties on rap videos where machos
Bling, and bling again, as if gold teeth
Could turn anybody white. Concentration
Camps collect what gets punched out the mouth,
Turning crack fat into cakes of soap,
Chemically cloning from the gene pool
Special fragrances to cover up the smell.
Everybody’s becoming a brand name;
Nobody realizes they’re feeding on each other,
Since laugh tracks can be switched on or off
So America knows what’s supposed to be funny.
Dream merchants market reruns of reruns
For people to enjoy what they’re fond of.
The shin bone beats tribal rhythms on
Human flesh stretched over a drum
Within a 140-word limit.
[Disposable Poem December 8, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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