I like to make collages - paper collages.
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First, I'm trying to edit down about 7 hours of material which I made prior to the Cop days and find some way to get it out. This stuff is pretty out there, mostly sonic collages and tape manipulations.
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I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.
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I think people who sample are cheating. It is like people who do collages. Use all of your own stuff.
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And for every project, because it takes years, you can see the early drawings and collages as just a simple, vague idea, and through the years and through the negotiations of getting the permit, you see that every detail is now clarified.
Collages
When my third grade teacher
taught me how to make collages
by cutting figures from magazines
and pasting them on chart papers,
I never bothered to learn
as I found it too useless to be.
Now in Life when I see Men
cut and paste friends and
relatives, according to
their needs and I, unable
to do either, realize, my teacher
was teaching life to me.
poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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W
bus stands..
female collages...
ladies high school
ladies hostel...
any wear
waiting..
for love at
on the open
window...
with males...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Dance Symbolic
stimuli, stimuli:
a call to attention
sustained in engulfing patience,
linearity superimposed,
through collages of sensorial receptions;
a reminder that we are alive.
stimuli, stimuli:
a reaching out to cerebral withdrawn,
resurrection from the abduction within,
beyond stillness
beyond volatile
beyond yourself unto yourself
a seamless drama unfolding.
for every step, transformed
ever coming into being,
ever anew,
against cemented unbecoming;
in the momentum,
awash…
stimuli, stimuli:
to be embraced by life
in living embraced.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Inaction
we are watching
few parent paying donation to get their
children admitted in reputed school and collages,
while some other spending money
for extra classes for high marks for their children.
same people giving bribe to get their son selected for high post
lot of money spend on their future
to recover this they will demand bribe.
crowed is gather in around injured person.
rule and regulation are violated and amended
for the selected few people.
certain people not reporting on duty in time.
few people not working just sitting idle.
majority of people buying, but without bill.
We are living in 21 century
We know this wrong, but we will not act.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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This Steady Train
The antennas on the rooftops
Make collages in the cloudy sky
Sort of like a black and white photograph
Now its raining in my eye
Its enough to feel the wind blow
Its enough to feel the rain
Im in love with a man that dont know
As I ride this steady train
Theres a storm in the distance
But I have always loved the rain
I want a love without resistance
Can there be love without any pain
Its enough to feel the wind blow
Its enough to feel the rain
Im in love with a man that dont know
As I ride this steady train
Well this street looks so familiar
I aint been here for twenty years
At what moment do you turn you head around
And walk a straight line straight and clear
Its enough to feel the wind blow
Its enough to feel the rain
Im in love with a man that dont know
As I ride this steady train
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Awesomeness of Autumn
Sweet Autumn heralds summer season's past,
She can't conceal the changing of her leaves
Autumnal days will hasten winter's blast
Her sunny days will ripen harvet sheaves.
Artistic Autumn paints a myriad hues,
Red, orange, yellow, pink and brown and green
She - from her pallette - has the chance to choose
Collages that no artist ever dreamed.
Majestic Autimn heralds winter's charm,
Leaves fall, trees' silhouttes revealed
Wood piles replenished in the rustic farm
Exotic fungi in the woods concealed.
Is Autumn still - best season of the year?
YES, Autumn well deserves the bonfires' cheer!
(John Knight - September 2009)
poem by John Knight
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Paper
Hold the paper up to the light
(some rays pass right through)
Expose yourself out there for a minute
(some rays pass right through)
Take a little rest when the rays pass through
Take a little time off when the rays pass through
Go ahead and mis it up...go ahead and tie it up
In a long distance telephone call
Hold on to that paper
Hold on to that paper
Hold on becuase its been taken care of
Hold on to that paper
See if you can fit it on the paper
See if you can get it on the paper
See if you can fit it on the paper
See if you can get it on the paper
Had a love affair but it was only paper
(some rays they pass right through)
Had a lot of fun, could have been a lot better
(some rays they pass right through)
Take a little consideration, take every combination
Take a few weeks off, make it tighter, tighter
But it was never, it was never written down
Still might be a chance that it might work out (if you)
Hold on to that paper
Hold on to that paper
Hold on because itll be taken care of
Hold on to that paper
Dont think I can fit it on the paper
Dont think I can get it on the paper
Go ahead and rip up, rip up the paper
Go ahead and tear up, tear up the paper
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Paper And Pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Can’t think of anything to say today
Can’t think of anything to do
Can’t think of anything to play today
Minds gone blank
Leaving me here, just sitting here
Listening to my hair grow
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
And I look towards you
For an inspiration or a word or two
I try but I find
Every road only leads me back to these lines
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
I try but don't get very far
Paper and pen
Piano, guitar
Paper and pen
Trying to write a song again
Paper and pen
Paper and pen
Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Paper
Paper promises, Dunstead said,
paper cups, wallpaper being stuck
up on the wall for the next to last
time, paper tigers, paper to wipe
the ass and best of all paper to
create art, to have it from the heart,
to see it out there, being gazed at,
studied by some bearded guy with
glasses and paper money to buy
the next paper to create and then
if I’m lucky the muse turning up on
time and giving me the big nudge
in the right direction or some paper
picture of some nude dame giving
the long time wished for erection.
poem by Terry Collett
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It won't make for a quiet life but it will make for an interesting paper vastly more significant because it is doing something only a daily paper can do.
quote by Kingman Brewster, Jr.
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Upon this paper my life is written
Upon this paper my life is written,
a tree doubled over in pain.
The red ink flows over the skin,
full stops and commas are hair and stars:
eyes of sea left on ships,
destroyed houses, rusting girders.
This paper is as black as the storm,
destroyed villages where there is no fiesta.
This paper burns as reason does,
lightning in the sky flashes in its millions.
This paper is a sky where there is no God,
this paper is alone…
this paper does not fly…
this paper… it is I.
poem by Menotti Lerro from The Poetry of Menotti Lerro (2011), translated by Andrew Mangham, Maria Rosaria La Marca
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A Paper-boat just on the Sea!
A paper-boat, I tend to be!
The sea of life is too stormy;
Afraid I am, it could sink me,
Before I can reach land’s safety!
But if He wants, the Almighty,
Could work miracles still for me;
And guide the boat to shore safely,
And keep me dry eternally!
A paper-boat just on the sea!
How can it float for long freely?
And when the sea becomes angry,
Can it escape its cruelty?
But all the same, I move slowly;
Nothing on earth can deter me;
Unless something so cowardly,
Drenches the boat mercilessly.
A paper-boat just on the sea!
I know I must make it surely;
And when I reach the shore, may be,
I will feel immensely happy!
A paper-boat just on life’s sea!
Who else would want to be like me?
God is my guide and my safety;
In Him, I have strong faith truly!
A paper-boat just on the sea!
A paper-boat, I tend to be;
A paper-boat, I want to be-
A paper-boat just on life’s sea!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-26-2000
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Paper Boy
Roy orbison
I walk down to the blue side of town
Where there's no happiness, no joy
Down at the end of a long dark street
I saw a little paper boy
Paper boy paper boy
I've got bad news for you
Paper boy paper boy
Me and my baby are through
She was my love my one and only
I feel so bad i'm oh so lonely
I'm looking for my love
I've got my own headlines for today
They've been the same since she went away
"one dark haired angel disappears
She's been missing for a million years"
Paper boy paper boy
So long goodbye
Paper boy paper boy
Thanks for listening while i cry
I feel a little better now that someone knows
But i will go on looking forever, i suppose
I'm looking for my love
Extra extra read all about it
My baby's gone and i wanna shout it
I'm looking for my love
I'm looking for my love
I'm looking for my love....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Mamas Got A Lover
Mamas got a lover
A painter I am told
Shes getting out of real estate
For the art scene down in old soho
Art scene down in old soho
Mamas got a lover
He owns a gallery
She says he likes collages but
The moneys in graffiti
Moneys in graffiti
Mamas got a lover
I met him yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Maybe Ill send him a card on fathers day
Fathers day
Mamas got a lover
Theyre backing a film
Its about a working mother
Who gives birth to black and white siamese twins
Black and white siamese twins
Mamas got a lover
Hes got something to say
He says hes into dirt and rot
The essence of urban decay
Urban decay
Mamas got a lover
We met yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Ill send him a card on fathers day
On fathers day
Mamas got a lover
I met him yesterday
Shes starting a new chapter
I wish she was on the last page
The last page
Mamas got a lover
We met yesterday
She says she hopes I like him
Ill send him a card on fathers day
Fathers day
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover), oh
Mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
My mamas got a lover (mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
(mamas got a lover)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Paper Heart
At valentines day we all
cut out little paper hearts,
then we hand them to the
people we want to be our valentine.
And we cut them into all shapes
and sizes and make them all pretty.
Well I have one.
Her name is sally.
She is my paper heart.
I gave her to my valentine,
thinking they would take
good care of her?
Well bad thing about paper,
it gets torn apart, and ripped to shredds
very very easily.
My valentine tore my heart apart.
Then she gave me back Sally,
and all I could do was ask why?
I got no response.
I don't like paper hearts,
they don't last very long, and
get hurt very quickly.
My paper heart will never be the same.
So much for my perfect valentine.
poem by Fallen Pixie
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Origami Me....
the way you fold a piece of paper
to make those cups and flowers and cranes
never stops to amaze me,
you know how to make use of mere scraps
into art, into something as useful as a cup
into something more meaningful as
those hundred cranes flying in the skies
on the minds of excited children
origami me, make me more artistic,
more useful
i am a mere scrap of paper flat on the table of this universe
Oh God...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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