Bukowski

 The man with the beautiful eyes
  by Charles Bukowski

Control, by Pawel Kuczynski

 Control, by Pawel Kuczynski
   ( pokemon go) 

Mayakovsky

“Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.”
―Vladimir Mayakovsky

* * * 
Come all to me,
those who loom through silence,
who groan
because the nooses at noon are too tight,
I'll show you
with words simple as mooing
our new souls
roaring like the arched wrought-iron posts.
I'll only touch your foreheads with my fingers,
and you'll grow lips
for enormous kisses
and a tongue
native to all peoples.
And leaning upon my limping soul,
I'll stagger off towards my throne
with the holes of stars along its tatty dome.

Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Mayakovsky born in Baghdati, Georgia.

Poem from the book "Listen!" City Lights Pocket Poets No. 47

A Fake Friend....

A fake friend....

What race do you identify yourself as?

Picasso's ART

Pablo Picasso in his studio, France, 1965

The grave of the poet and artist William Blake

The grave of the poet and artist William Blake, Bunhill Fields Cemetery.
 London. 3 July 2016.
Photo by K. Shiuka

Oberon Titania And Puck With Fairies Dancing, by William Blake