Author Archives: henrycarey

Sutra of the Shiny Things

. All sparkles beyond price may not suffice,  I vow to get ’em. Endless constraining modesty, I say Be gone! Bank accounts beyond measuring, empty ’em. All beings, get out of my way!       Advertisements

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Boy with the Hood

This installation at the Barnes Collection in Philadelphia, by the French artist Mohamed Bourousissa, grew out of his time with the Fletcher Street Riding Club, one of the few black, urban stables in the United States. The panels, printed on … Continue reading

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Ah, M. Jacob!

“Come in, we’re open”? Really, M. Jacob, let’s stick to the old ways, best ways, ways that match your saddle-bag brown paint and flaking lettrisme.  I concede the chandelier in the window and soft drink machine in the back, but … Continue reading

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Must come down

. Must tumble of its own weight, knowledge so unorganized that its potential for violence hangs over the imagination like dynamite evaporating.

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The best of the poems, photos, and meditations to appear on UPICTURE have now been collected in a book,  KILLERS IN TUTUS, available at Amazon.  Click here.  The cover photo appeared on November 2, 2012 in an essay on Fasching … Continue reading

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You never see it coming

. If you could see it coming there would be no slow motion in film, no Bernini, no Grecian Urn for Keats. Who tells you that, in the moment, all was slow time, they are so practiced, like waterfalls that … Continue reading

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We is I, I is We

Children play in the confessional: We is I and I is We.  There are problems with canes and crutches always, as prostheses discarded are reclaimed on Mondays. Nous rendons grace a … But the chantier fund needs chanting up. No … Continue reading

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“Congress shall make no law”

.   Of the congressi,   by the congressi ,   for the congressi. You might as well read a book, people. The congressi, like a dormant volcano, are not coming to your life.  The congressi have gone to the … Continue reading

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Giuseppe Penone, at Palazzo della Civilta Italiana, FENDI ROMA

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Pigneto Street Art

A wonderful off-the-beaten-path neighborhood of Rome. This is not graffiti.  These are not taggers. It is organized and, surprise to me,  adds to the community, which is home to a spectrum of socialist through anarchist views.

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