Saturday, April 11, 2009

Lusting Variations . . .

On a Theme . . . Shattered

Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, Im in tatters!
Im a shattered

Friends are so alarming
My lovers never charming
Lifes just a cocktail party on the street
Big apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, Im in tatters
Im a shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I cant give it away on 7th avenue
This towns been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Aint you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (shattered) does it matter?
Im shattered.

Ahhh, look at me, Im a shattered
Im a shattered
Look at me- Im a shattered, yeah

Pride and joy and greed and sex
Thats what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, Im in tatters, yeah
Ive been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, Im a shattered

Dont you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this towns in tatters Ive been shattered
My brains been battered, splattered all over manhattan

Uh-huh, this towns full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the big apple, dont mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brains been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter

Shattered ~ Rolling Stones

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Friday, April 10, 2009

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of a Faberge Egg

Exquisite art and beautiful craftsmanship,

Are often here because of great wealth,

Borne at the expense of the poor masses.

Such is the case of the Faberge Egg.

Learn more about them at .

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree

Joyce Kilmer

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Lusting Art . . .

Of Bryce Cameron Liston

To view more of his figurative sculpture, drawings, and paintings click here .

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Lusting the Genius of Geometry

There is a geometry of art as there is a geometry of life, and, as the Greeks had guessed, they happen to be the same.~Matila Ghyka



Medal by Donald de Lue


Monday, April 6, 2009

Lusting Nostalgic . . .

For a time long past

When I came upon this painting by Cecil Crosby Bell, I was immediately swept back to a time in my childhood.
My Aunt Cis, my cousin Bob, and I were visiting cousin Liz and Great Aunt Anna in New York City, 1952.
Liz said we were going to go for a swim. I was expecting something vastly different, I being from the country, than the concrete wadding pool in which we cooled ourselves that day.

I've included three more of Bell's paintings below. Perhaps one of them will strike a note of nostalgia with you.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect! ~Owens Lee Pomeroy