Insult Poem

"This poem is by Archilochos, the first Western lyric poet and a contemporary of Homer. What's remarkable about him, especially for a lyric poet, is that he was a mercenary soldier by trade. Practically everything of his that survives is a fragment, but this one seems to be complete. One of the big genres for Greek lyric poetry was the insult poem, much like a Rap tirade."

Thanks Stephen Ellis for sending the poem & info! I love this genre. I am going to embrace it, I feel it might be a good one for me.


Swept overboard, unconscious in the breakers,
strangled with seaweed, may you wake up in a gelid
surf, your teeth, already cracked into the shingle,
now set rattling by the wind, while facedown,
helpless as a poisoned cur, on all fours you puke
brine reeking of dead fish. May those you meet,
barbarians as ugly as their souls are hateful
treat you to the moldy wooden bread of slaves
And may you, with your split teeth sunk in that,
smile, then, the way you did when speaking as my friend.

Jael: Creatress of Spaces in Which to Wonder and Ponder

Jael is a science fiction and fantasy artist/illustrator. According to her website she is considered to be one of the foremost female artists of today. I believe she is visiting us from a future that includes much in the way of colored fog. Please visit www.jael.net to see more wonderment.

Lions on the Wind

The attitude and position of the lion is available to all yet there is no possibility that the lion will come into your temporal lobe and guide you towards the fruition of faith in man if you will not think of the jumping jack, anti-microbial spray, cost-reduction techniques and neutral pants suits. The lion is yours for free, long live the lion. Please call me if you need more advice. I am available 24-7 to share inspiring notions.

Duccio in the Morning

Badness is banished from the toy city. Our homes are too small for us to live in but we live in them nonetheless.

Pork Martini? Anyone?

I infused my vodka with some delicious pork bits. Now I have pork and vodka breath that I will unleash upon everyone I encounter. Delighted and lubricated from the porky liquors I am now contemplating certain things. Is it be important to add more depictive elements to my paintings? How much weight do I really need to lose? How do I make the most of every day? It is best to ask these questions when you are unlikely to do anything about them, that way anything is possible. Both everything and nothing is possible and you delude yourself into thinking this is ok. Please help me be better tomorrow. Thank you. Love, MM

Bronzino: a boy gets to second base with his mom

An Allegory with Venus and Cupid

On one side is Pleasure and Play; and on the other, Fraud and Jealousy. The old man with wings and an hourglass is Time. The howling figure on the left has been interpreted as Jealousy, Despair and the effects of syphilis. Be careful not to make out with your mother or you will get an STD, is possibly the message of this painting? Anyway, I love it.

Face in a Log

Hi. This morning this is me due to the persistent overuse of my face by myself and others. We have been scraping at it with rakes for some reason. Petrification is part of the goal. Anyway, this is me saying hi to you and good morning. There is a chance my identification with this face in a log may be due in part to ingestion of certain liquid toxins but I am not positive. It could also just be emotional. I am very emotional.