Category Archives: France

Something pungent

. Something pornographic in the shallot’s disposition, Indisposed to be an onion, much less leek or chive, It tempts not by strength or intellect or subtlety But preens and coils before the eyes. “Scallion” charges he, “Queen,” says she, “of … Continue reading

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How to be a Japanese Woman

. “You have to admire the Japanese woman, because she does not commit suicide. She has conspired against her ideals since she was a tender age. On the inside of her skull run sayings: — If at the age of … Continue reading

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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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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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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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Annette Messager at Villa Medici

These are two of the installations of French artist Annette Messenger now showing at the Villa Medici in Rome. At first they appear conventionally grasp-able, even softly lovable. But as they draw you into them, your presumption of familiarity evaporates, … Continue reading

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Imaginary places dream me

. It can’t be 30 years since I walked in these tables. Yes, it can – my sleeping brain in same body only without burning dreams. Kiss me – wake me again and want me, story me.

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ghosts of politics past

. Amazing how the battlefields of Gettysburg where 51,000 died in three days of hell attract picnickers and ‘re-enactors,’ when they could go to Iraq or Syria. Astonishing the statues of Jeanne d’Arc who threatened the Hussites with death for … Continue reading

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Some days you just feel kind of blanched

. Some days I feel blanched, parboiled, out of it, like a hard-boiled egg would be a promotion. What whiteness I carry around in my puffy little head! What did I just say? My frills beguile me when I turn … Continue reading

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What are all the tools for?

“When you see a fish you don’t think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water… If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give … Continue reading

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