According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.
quote by Mark Tobey
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Tomorrow may come for many,
And bestow upon them with those moments wished.
Those moments for years that have been dismissed.
But nothing that has diminished with time given it...
Is going to correct itself overnight.
Not with a healing of the ones intentionally wounded.
And expectations with the sending out of invitations,
That everyone will be prepared to join hands and sing...
Repeatedly 'Kumbayah',
As they sway together in harmony with lifted voices.
Especially when the lyrics posted,
Have appeared on billboards to go ignored for decades.
And...
The event planners will never know,
If those assigned to wash the billboards clean...
Will have the time to remove the remnants,
Of eggs and their shells thrown to be shown...
Appearing high above those of closed minds.
But...
At least the attempt is made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I always thought marketing in general was an interesting kind of thing. I always liked commercials and billboards.
quote by Carrot Top
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Opportunity is often difficult to recognize we usually expect it to beckon us with beepers and billboards.
quote by William Arthur Ward
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The sterile, arid environment created by truly jarring and discordant signage and gargantuan billboards is a turnoff.
quote by Jonathan Katz
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Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
poem by Ogden Nash
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I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
quote by Ogden Nash
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High On Ignorance
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
It is easier for them,
To have others decorate their minds with whims.
Then to have it brutally honest.
Honesty for them is worse than committing sins.
Their minds are so gone!
No longer is there light in them to dim.
And the prognosis is not favorable.
If nothing today has been followed or understood...
What are the prospects for comprehension to begin?
They are killing 'enemies' on their own homelands.
And continue to kill themselves from within!
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
There might be one last hope!
Legalize the drugs.
This will give them opportunities to cope!
Since those who see them high on ignorance,
Notice truth and reality...
Has never in their lives been accepted.
As a purpose or means for their focus!
And those who know this,
Have been labelled fools who are useless jokes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm hoping that word-of-mouth on the film - people seeing it and liking it - that that will drive more people to the theaters, because I haven't seen the billboards or the posters or anything.
quote by Craig McCracken
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Like Scraped Up Dust to Save
1-2-3 and,
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
Like scraped up dust to save.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.
To e-vap-orate like vapor.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper.
No-longer-to-savored.
To 'trip' on treasured capers.
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
That's all it's worth today!
And...
Put-your-dollars-in-your wallet,
And pretend its vacant paper!
Like scraped up dust to save!
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
And...
1-2-3,
Like scraped up dust to save!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Notes On A Billboard
The billboards are atwitter,
Shaking in the wind
As if they had Parkinson's—
Colorful pictures placate
Passing drivers, comfortable
In their leather, reclining seats
To God knows where—
Who knows where God is?
He's advertised right there,
Up in the sky
Above a church
With valet parking and high-definition
Televisions side-scrolling Biblical slogans:
What would Jesus do?
Come and find out, we'll tell you
(Because a dead man can't
And you can't tell yourself
The billboards glitter
Like the sea-washed, sand-polished
Treasures that erode over time—
They peel at the edges,
Revealing what was loved yesterday,
But disappearing now in the fade
Of saturated sun-light.
We're letting the American dream
Soak in appropriated yellow,
But its transfarred cloud data
Still congeals in the shadow of pop culture
(Until we cover it up again
OR
TEAR IT
FROM THE
WALL
ALLOWING FOR EMPTY SPACE,
A waste of space,
A waste of time,
A distraction that diverts the attention
Of autopiloting drivers
Into a puddle of images—
(Hydroplaning
On misinformation, sliding
Into the light-post
Where the electricity jolts into their legs,
So they walk away from
Where they walk into
Walking backwards in forward absentia
Saudering the plaster megalomania
Of hedonism and luxury.
God bless the both of me.
That you provide for me.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
Peter Dinklage, Sam Rockwell, Caleb Landry Jones, Woody Harrelson, Abbie Cornish, Frances McDormand, Kathryn Newton, Kerry Condon, Lucas Hedges
by Martin McDonagh from Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017)
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Beneath An Understatement Made
Hey...
It's not like they weren't told.
Or warned.
With the delivery of personal messages.
They CHOSE to disbelieve.
And that is why,
That handwriting that use to be on the walls...
Has now been constructed,
To appear on billboards.
Making it as obvious as possible,
No will will miss the coming events!
And 'if' they do,
To say they have been out of touch...
Is beneath an understatement made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outside Life
While walking through
that jungle of concrete
that I call my home
where all the houses seem
glued together
and the cars honk
at the j-walking civilians
where the billboards and ads
scream to you
from high in the air
I stop to think
(in all that hustle and bustle)
what life is like
outside of this place
poem by Annie Janine
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In this drawing we just let our imagination run wild. We visualized Superman toys, games, and a radio show - that was before TV - and Superman movies. We even visualized Superman billboards. And it's all come true.
quote by Joe Shuster
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Human Billboards
Look around, what do you view?
Logos n' brand names glaring at you
Nike, Adidas and many, many more
Whilst gullible billboards keep score
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Tingled were sensations,
A few dollars had amused.
Now you're quite upset.
Regrets are now your pets.
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Morning and noon too,
You feel you've been screwed.
And nobody's there...
To give a damn or care!
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exquisite Candidate
I can promise you this: food in the White House
will change! No more granola, only fried eggs
flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham!
Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me!
Pigs will become the new symbol of glee,
displacing smiley faces and 'Have A Nice Day.'
Car bumpers are my billboards, billboards my movie screens.
Nothing I can say can be used against me.
My life flashes in front of my face daily.
Here's a snapshot of me as a baby. Then
marrying. My kids drink all their milk which helps the dairy industry.
A vote for me is not only a pat on the back for America!
A vote for me, my fellow Americans, is a vote for everyone like me!
If I were the type who made promises
I'd probably begin by saying: America,
relax! Buy big cars and tease your hair
as high as the Empire State Building.
Inch by inch, we're buying the world's sorrow.
Yeah, the world's sorrow, that's it!
The other side will have a lot to say about pork
but don't believe it! Their graphs are sloppy coloring books.
We're just fine—look at the way
everyone wants to speak English and live here!
Whatever you think of borders,
I am the only candidate to canoe over Niagara Falls
and live to photograph the Canadian side.
I'm the only Julliard graduate—
I will exhale beauty all across this great land
of pork rinds and gas stations and scientists working for cures,
of satellite dishes over Sparky's Bar & Grill, the ease
of breakfast in the mornings, quiet peace of sleep at night.
by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton
poem by Denise Duhamel
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Paper Heaven
Trying to break into Hollywood underneath
A vaudevillian sky:
All of the billboards are answering the cool shadows
Of housewives
Which roll off of their shoulders like cotton candy
Or angora sweaters:
And she still goes to work with my cousin:
She still gets up in the morning to
Paint those signs of blue berries and Indian
Corn:
But we don’t make love anymore: I just masturbate
And lie on the carpet with my dog
And look up into the ceiling fans and into that
Paper heaven where the airplanes of
My miss calibrated soul keep turning around and
Around.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Neon Dreams
To see my name in bright lights
On city billboards with flashing colors
not the Post Office wanted wall in just black and white
To see my name the headlines in bold print
not in the obituaries from a death that made no sense
To dream my dream and chase it
To dream my dream and catch it
To scream drom the tallest roof top that I have arrived
and to hear the auduence roar with applauds
that's my dream,
my neon dream....
poem by G. Onimira Farley
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Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
poem by Jean Toomer
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