When I first met you, I was perplexed.
It wasn't that you used big words; I use big words. Too often, I'm sure.
It wasn't that you read a lot of books; I read a lot of books. You read contemporary and experimental literature. I read classic and decadent literature. (And non-fiction. Lots of non-fiction.)
It was that your world was bigger...
Sometimes in a life, only the The Velvet Underground can suffice. This is one of those times. "Beginning to See the Light" is from the album The Velvet Underground, which arrived in 1969. That was a long time ago. So was 1992, when it first healed us. And it heals us on this very day. Not sure how, but we've learned not to question such things.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
~ Joanna Kantharia
Celebrity meltdowns aren't exactly our bailiwick here at at The Contrarian, but sometimes they're just too epic to ignore. Case in point: Charlie Sheen's recent tirade about magic, poetry, pornstars and "Two and a Half Men" creator Chuck Lorre. It's like Sheen is channeling Dennis Hopper and Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now (but not his father, which...
Two thirty-something men who had once held out hopes of becoming pop stars have, through the agency of their influential and strong-willed landlady, come to relinquish these hopes and indeed all thought of aesthetics, in favor of the trade and occupation of housekeeping, which has become the sole focus of their undisciplined but inventive attentions....
Contrarian Love Poem #3, by Wes Covey
"Is the purpose of a wall to keep things out, or in, do you think?" she asked,
her hair backwards in the wind.
"Enough with the questions," I said,
and kissed her while I had the chance.
Our good pal Delancey Leathers has stumbled across the Three Golden Secrets to Blogging:
1. Hilarious/compelling concept
2. Concept is infinitely repeatable
3. Content is easy to produce.
I came up with these rules off the top of my head, but I still think they’re valid. Interesting that The Contrarian doesn’t quite hit the mark. Delancey’s...
I hereby declare "Cellz" the official song of the BP disastrophe. DOOM, with a little help from ol' Charles Bukowski.
Other nominees? Submit 'em in the comments.
Did you guys see that awesome video Neil made where he's a TV talk show host? I truly hope this becomes a regular series here at The Contrarian.
But as the boss, I refuse to be outdone. Which is why I whipped up my own video featuring our Commander in Chief prepping for a very special Tea Party. It's probably not as good as Neil's, but I think it's...
Here is a heartwarming photo project, made possible by the blog era. Everyone make art!
Musicians comment about the new heath care bill. I found Franz Nicolay's comments to be very relevant to my own life as a freelance artist. Lord help us.
Side note: I just wanted to mention that this video is extremely gay. And not in the "I'm-going-to-give-you-a-wedgie-you-can-use-for-earmuffs"...
Contrarian 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.
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,...
Contrarian 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...
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...