Love Poem #2, by Wes Covey If you asked me to, I would build a machine To blow up the sun. Though that would be a pretty fucked up thing to ask for, And maybe I would wisen up, And wouldn’t love you anymore.
Continue reading...Posted by Norton on Sat, Feb 6, 2010
Hello lovelies! While you may be used to seeing kids around Halloween raising funds for UNICEF, this year for Valentine’s Day, please consider sending your loved ones the fruits of my picture-making labors to support needy children around the world. UNICEF is an organization which has helped countless women and children stricken by poverty, famine, and [...]
Continue reading...Posted by Wes Covey on Sun, Jan 10, 2010
Love Poem #1, by Wes Covey Often poets compare beauty to things they never see or have. “Lips of ruby, emerald eyes, golden locks,” and all such nonsense. To me, true beauty is everyday: The curled bedcover, the tangled cord, the angle of discarded shoe on wall. “Your eyes sparkle like clean glassware.” “Your hair shines like an attic light left on.” “Your lips, the [...]
Continue reading...Posted by Neil Cleary on Sun, Dec 6, 2009
If you find yourself unspeakably tickled at this, I like you. Apparently Sellers was, as he did a bunch more. h/t to Brendan Calling
Continue reading...Posted by Casey Rae-Hunter on Tue, Oct 27, 2009
No matter how bizarre/terrible the music in this video is, I find myself agreeing with the general sentiment put forth by “spoken word, poetry, philosopher and performance artist” Copernicus. Happy workweek, humans: I love it when he starts screaming “the quark is real!” Oh, and what do I need to do to become a “spoken word, [...]
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Posted by Wes Covey on Mon, Mar 1, 2010
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