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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

EXHIBITION AT FIGUREWORKS GALLERY

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"On Bedford Avenue"
Colored Pencil
21" x 17"

Figureworks Gallery

168 N. 6th Street
Brooklyn NY 11211
April 9-May 7 2010
Opening Friday, April 9th
6 P.M.- 9 P.M.


This poem was written from snippets of conversations I heard as I passed the callers on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn. Each line is a separate bit of overheard conversation:

On Bedford Avenue

Hello, Hello
I woke up this morning and it was, like
at that moment a small child came in.
I was wondering, could you help?

Oh, my God, you poor thing!
Yeah, Louise is engaged, well maybe
she's crazy, like I'm going to care.
Oh, no... how long?

I wish I was fucking going out.
The odd, thing is,
I didn't finish.
What are you talking about?

Don't even go there.
I know, it was kind of strange
Andrew didn't pick up.
So, what was it like?

I know, I couldn't do that either.
I'm trying to get it...
basically, I'm just hanging.
You mean THIS Friday?

It's o.k..... no, no.
Ziggy's the guy that well,
he should pay for it.
By the way, did you send it?

I could hire you.
Be there at eight on the dot.
You don't want to be like scared and shit.
So how's it going?

I think she said "housing".
Well, like I said
then it happened.
Is it still bleeding?







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