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THE SPIDER by UZIEGO

The spider

He weaves his web

So succinctly

Scaling high

Awaiting the fluttering

Feast of flesh

Lay in wait

And salivate

Tendrils tenderly

Intertwined with

Tumultuous hunger

Plucking upon the line

A hiss and and hop

And across the web

to the spot

Of stasis

In the entanglement

Enchanted creature

So fair

So ripe

So perfectly

Frozen

Awaiting

That

First

Bite

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LBS INDELIBLE or HIVE MIND DIE

The weight we take is often too great to forsake all the many steps and ways it makes haste to step to.

Innocuous intent smells of fresh baked breads we walked through fallow plains with bare feet so discreetly. Sneaky with bellies hungry like tadpoles that glow after eating raw sewage. The new age was upon the dam and the COHO ROE was untold upstream.. AS cohorts revert into red clay dispite endeavors splendid in design.

Caravans cannot handle the damage of the plan to roll out and employ auto biographies they plagiarized and took for granted all in one stroke. Broken hopes sling muddy balls at walls taller then whales being brought up on deck to hack and illuminat e the filth they wallowed in as blind moles…

Portions irrationally spaced out of places we waited on hand to eat feet with open eyes. Hearts exploding in confit emotions vastly injested innocent but irreverent, irreversible entanglement of aborhamt behavior abound

Persephone’s lips tasted sweet like rubbed rubarab cocoons festooned in flaccid elastic bands stitched back in place by two hands

The sorriecfantasy was more vastly irrational but whole easier to execute in a less sincere context. The algae covered rocks waved goodbye to the high tide as nets dug below, stirring the pools slowly and low as leaves fall and turn back to earth sky and die to smile again

The black bear was unaware of the hawk and the mouse and the family in the little house just outside the gates he never wandered far enough to meet. But the smells and the sails tips dripped in seagull jelly and arctic char guts. He would await the sound of the voices then hide in pride inside the cave he made safe in no small bit of effort.

Proteins slow to burn into dreams as the winter eases back and the buds break through honey cold branches at the licked kiss of sun rays in spring. But ant sleep too and knew the ARMY and THE QUEEN were far too mean to touch the sky or see outside the HIVE MIND

$7:45AM J TRAIN TO Bk 4.18.24.0000003

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Staff Pick of the Week!

Today’s Staff Pick of the Week explores pop artist Ed Ruscha’s Twentysix Gasoline Stations. Between 1962 and 1978 Ruscha (b. December 16, 1937) created sixteen small artist’s books, Twentysix Gasoline Stations was his first and is widely regarded as the first modern artist book. Inspired by uncomplicated books he saw while visiting Europe, Ruscha set out to compose a neutral “collection of ‘facts’” and began photographing gas stations along Route 66 in the early sixties. In an interview after the book was published Ruscha shared that he’d taken sixty photographs and edited them down to twenty-six by removing any he thought might be too interesting. The book was not well received in the public eye but was a clear and noted inspiration to other artists of the time, including Corita Kent and Andy Warhol.  

Twentysix Gasoline Stations is a remarkable collection marking a moment in time that conjures the great American road trip, highway culture, and striking examples of lettering and logos from the sixties. As Ruscha intended it to be an unextraordinary item, it was printed in three editions to supposedly flood the market. Twentysix Gasoline Stations was first published in 1963 in an edition of 400, the Special Collections copy is part of the larger third edition published in 1969 by the Cunningham Press out of California. Our collection also holds most of Ruscha’s other sixteen artist books including the popular Some Los Angeles Apartments, Every Building on the Sunset Strip, and Nine Swimming Pools and a Broken Glass.

-Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern

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THE GONG SHOWS

(Thoughts on COMEDY, HIP HOP, HARD WORK and RESPECT)

I had come to DENVER in the FALL of 1996 on a GREYHOUND BUS. The trip was relatively uneventful. I watched a braggart kid from CONNECTICUT who ran his mouth the whole way get yolked buying drugs on the street outside the station in CHICAGO. Those places were very dangerous in the 90’s at every stop. It was a cheap way to cross the country, but it would lead a person through a gauntlet of bizarre dead-end places where the dirty dog stopped to collect the living attempting to find greener pastures.

GREG had talked me into coming. I saw him that summer and he was quite pointed about the perilous state of my plight should I choose to not leave NEW ENGLAND and get out west to escape the headaches and severe DOPE CRISIS that was breaking like a wave at NAZZARRE. It was the 90’s and things were seemingly very prosperous and the severity of QUID PRO QUO was profound. CREDIT, LIFE, DEBT, and CHOICE all loomed as they impeached the president and I went away from the dark strange world I was raised in and got on a bus to build a thing in a blank form.

Our doings would lead to a myriad of things and alliances. VICTOR IZITT aka PRIZNA 101 aka DJ RICOCHET, our roommate, and I formed a GRAFF crew quickly with some other kids and would throw our first parties in 1999 as 314 BREAK CORP with our mentor ED SANTIAGO aka NRG BOY. This event would feature many of the crew mates who would charge at endeavors they found clever and proliferated to levels of dopeness to deep to touch here in any correct manner.

COUNTDOWN was held in DEC in 1999 at BUMP AND GRIND cafe on 17th and PENN in DENVER. CLIFF T, the owner, and our big brother let us use the space last minute as our initial plan fell through. The BUMP AND GRIND was a coffee shop, bakery, and drag brunch destination of over 15 years in DENVER prior to much of that type of culture being more mainstream. CLIFF had lived in NY in the 90’s as well as had taken the gritty attitude of DETROIT where he grew up and fused it with the NY roots he came to earn. His hard work supported many of us and allowed a real family of artists and outsiders to gather around a father figure.

GREG and I would riff. It would lead to him pursuing comedy and eventually our collaborations in this space. We threw events in different spots despite the stigma of music and comedy. I was in two HIP-HOP groups at the time and GREG was running the SQUIRE LOUNGE open mic that lasted over a decade. We were speaking on the GONG SHOW I had thrown with BABAH FLY of BUGABOO, one of the two groups I was in. The show had been a cool idea but the spot was some odd biker bar in a pocket no one even knew existed. While this may have been sick if we wanted to stage some COCK FIGHTS or perhaps get that FIGHT CLUB we kept hinting at starting in motion.. But BAD IDEAS tend to stay stagnant for good reason.

(It is not possible to remember which idea really came first as the dates for them were close)

We stumbled into the idea of doing an actual GONG SHOW but really making it more in the mean-spirited SQUIRE LOUNGE model GREG had already formed. He pitched his comedy partners who were a decent size crew at this time and all agreed it was a great idea. Initially, the idea of YOU SUCK GET OFF THE STAGE and putting DAVE SOTO in a CASER suit was all just the ball rolling downhill. We somehow found the real GONG SHOW GONG that MR CHUCK BARRIS himself had WACKED to end the MEAN JEAN dancing and so many other people's blind charge at FAME.

The show was a nightmare in a lot of ways. It’s easy to DJ or just do COMEDY. Not a lot of moving parts. The show we built had a shitload of performers of a varying degree of skill, songs that would need to be played and cued, video and audio cues to be flown in live from the board, and an entire banter of judges on stage as GREG paraded the stage of the ORIENTAL THEATHER. He would take the stage as the monster he would allow himself to transform into called BOBBY VALENTINO. This person was a version of my boy but was the EVIL PURE SITH version of him that was the DOG he kept muzzled at all times. The act of letting this person stand on stage and act out this mustachio’d fever dream of filth was stepping deep into the chummed waters in a sausage suit…

The show went off in flying colors despite the massive technical problems mostly due to the use of DVD content in the live show. Most of the performers and the actual content given to my AV guy were OLD and used DVDs that were not fit for home play much less a production. These disasters would really rock the booth and boar but ultimately it was never a thing I let get to me. The shows would run 3 nights usually and we ran it 4 times I feel like. Each one is more complex and pro than the last. The first show did have the BUKAKKAE ALARM CLOCK skit GREG and I wrote like so many bits just being fools talking shit at the BUMP AND GRIND.

The roots of that CRUEL demand for the best and funniest stuff were rooted in that hungry world we came out of. The characters we came up with in that scene have gone on to define a era in COMEDY and put our CITY on the MAP. It���s a proud thing to look back on. So many names that are too numerous to mention respectfully. It’s been amazing to see the organic way true people delivering and producing shows and working with love will invariably rise up and create a legacy. I do not ever claim anything beyond what I know I’ve done and never waited for anyone to tell me it was ok. This was offputting I guess and it made me leave DENVER. I’m proud to represent my home even though it’s not where I was born. DENVER is a place where many writers find themselves on the journey. It’s a strange and mythic place I love and hate in equal measure. So many memories of joy and such deep loss and sadness. Some of the faces of the sublime humans I know still knock on my door as I awake daily. But the faces of the EVIL folk who I had to face and pass on were not jokes and warned the young people that it is not a joke.

The West was won in AUDACITY. The concept of MANIFEST DESTINY is a QUID PRO QUO of taking the land from those who were there in AUDACITY and clutching a GUN and BIBLE on the other hand. This is not a debatable fact. But to forget this trespass and pass on is silly. The West was won in BLOOD and ACTIONS GOOD, BAD, and UGLY. But the actions of simple passion and love all live side by side as those monsters ride off to rob another train or train their sights on the next slow-moving animal to poach.

The GONG SHOW is a moment in the AMERICAN MYTHOS that represents the common person being allowed the 15 seconds ANDY has promised in jest. But the AUDACITY to be a FOOL or be COOL is a thing that most don’t know. It’s easy to see a comic, deejay, producer, artist, writer, chef, or human as a thing you get to judge and talk out an opinion on. This is everyone’s right. BUT PLEASE KNOW. If you do not make, do, say, think that thing you choose to run your YAP ABOUT… It is fully permissible to have a REAL ONE tell you quite simply and plan that it’s not your place and it’s probably best to respectfully STFU.

FOR G.B. 314 and VICTOR PRIMO IZZIT 314

5:37am 4.14024.000003

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“Kanye West is not Picasso I am Picasso Kanye West is not Edison I am Edison I am Tesla Jay-Z is not the Dylan of anything I am the Dylan of anything I am the Kanye West of Kanye West The Kanye West Of the great bogus shift of bullshit culture From one boutique to another I am Tesla I am his coil The coil that made electricity soft as a bed I am the Kanye West Kanye West thinks he is When he shoves your ass off the stage I am the real Kanye West I don’t get around much anymore I never have I only come alive after a war And we have not had it yet.” –Leonard Cohen, "Kanye West is not Picasso" from The Flame (2018)

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What if one day those in the depths rise up against you?

METROPOLIS (1927) dir. Fritz Lang

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by Paweł Jońca

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Takuro Kamiya

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Rubber beauty masks, worn to remove wrinkles and blemishes, 1921

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Astrojunk

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Henry Clarke - Isa Stoppi Wearing a Dress by Tiktiner (Vogue UK 1966)

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JACK DAVISON / “UNTITLED (JD-08)” / 2022 [photographic etching | U/D]

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FERGUS GREER x LEIGH BOWERY [SESSION VII: LOOK 37, 1994]

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Reposted from @philosophy_fix Why people love to be slaves?😃 @existential.reflections for more anxiety 🙈

#Optimism #mind #WiseQuotes #Persistence #StrongMind #sigmundfreud #SelfDevelopment #TakeAction #Perception #LifeLesson #greatness #philosophy #Succeed #Discipline #Meaning #Succeed #psychoanalysis #Improvement #Psychology #charlesbukowski #existentialist #sorenkierkegaard #friedrichnietzsche #nihilistmemes #carljung #marcusaurelius #nihilist #existential #nietzsche https://www.instagram.com/p/Cil3SwQuZOY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ferdinando Scianna - Brooklyn Bridge

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BIG EASY BAD TIMES A GO GO

UZI.. broke his wrist.. fake on the job injury, get a big bottle of pills, go home in triumph, make mixtape that gets me DAUGHTERS GIG (very high on ULTRAM and with my right hand broken)… I go to GULF COAST next day.. on the way from airport, TALL CAN and more pills, at her moms.. migraine followed by projectile vomit of Spanish rice, pills and TALL CAN on her carpeted bathroom sink situation… some time later… we get busy by a creek that would flood the shit outta they home in OCEAN SPINGS MS… there was a very large piece of heavy CAT STYLE equipment involved.. like a DINOSAUR size back hoe digger ironically.. LATER.. as I walk one last time down BOURBON street fighting back my own sick as I try not to inhale the pungent musk of the quarter.. the caustic combo of CHICORY COFFEE.. BENETS..PILLS.. cause UZI to fart as one fears always… LIKE a drowning rat I charged at the nearest door to conserve

Steps… the hostess attempted to prevent my charge to the BANO of my mortal foe

JIMMY BUFFET’s establishment

I left my fouled gear in MARGARITA VILLE

But a piece of my heart is what actual got left in the BIG EASY

2.13.23

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