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Mar282016

Easter Sunday 2016 - Basquiat

I live in the U.S., think about the U.S., try to comprehend the U.S., make poetry, prose and sometimes graffitti posters about the U.S. and its relations to the rest of the world. Sometimes I feel disgusted, sometimes hopeful, sometimes I'm brain-dead and just trudge forward, sometimes I'm amazed by the gifts that others have given to the world. I've been thinking about Jean-Michael Basquiat a lot recently. I made this/wrote this piece because I feel that I, like everyone one else who has been moved by his work and spirit, owes him something. He's dead almost 30 years now .

Because sometimes the mix of words and images in a graffitti work makes it difficult to read the words on-screen, text for the attached work is also given below.

At the top of the page to your left are 2 blocks of text, one beginning "On Easter Sunday 2016", the other beginning "His Tongue . . ."

These 2 blocks of text serve as the title to the poem immediately beneath them.

The poem's text is as follows:

Poem

Your little boy, he dead.

For your sins I died in dread.

A syringe is stuck in my eyeball

as I hang from a cross in the Golgotha hall of mirrors.

Tell me, you Normal Ones who know no horror,

you kings & queens, you Houdinis so self-righteous,

how do you do it, stay unconscious

while on your big tvs the scenario is bombs and flames

and multitudes dying in your name?

All you crave is brainless days  & lbs. of cheese spread.

You rant at those who show you piles of dead.

I came to you an outsider, the nation’s freak,

my life was gargantuan, I made paintings, I took leaks.

As a man I was still a little boy.

I wanted to be playful, to  draw joy

but in the end I OD'd

so you could feed on me, be rid of me, gulp blood from me.

Later in the tomb, someone shouted, “He is Jesus,”

then painted my skin white, fell to his knees

& yelled a lot of hocus-pocus !

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To the right as you look at the page are the following statements, etc., from top to bottom.

Inside the fish head at the top is this text: “Capitalism's nightmare / eat you up”

From Basquiat's left shoulder to bicep is an Anasazi snake-like symbol with 2 big eyes. Above the figure are the words "Anasazi sign:" and below the figure is the phrase "emergence & migration."

The white sign hanging from Basquiat’s hand says: “I am not a product / I am not a mannequin / I am HUMAN”

 ------- Peace & solidarity and reverence to the various lands we live on, R

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