Sunday, October 26, 2008

Art inspired ramble

I was art surfing tonight and came across this wonderful painting by Archibald Motley. It's called The Boys in The Back Room. Damn, you can almost smell the smoke and the whiskey, hear the laughter, the dirty jokes, and someone saying, "Let's get serious, are we playing cards here or what?" All of Motley's works have a life and a vibrancy that engages me. This one made me think of an e. e. cummings poem.


the boys i mean are not refined

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit

the boys i mean are not refined
they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss
they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants

the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance


They shake the mountains when they dance. Oh yeah, I gotta get me some moves like that.

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