The Fine Art Blog of Daz and Holly

We had the best time at Peoria Illinois Poetry Reading Feb 19 2012. It was at ART SHOW on Jefferson st. in Peoria Illinois, the best art gallery experience in Peoria!!! Below is the blurb from the Facebook event page!

Divulge in a swirling dervish delight of local area-code poets and PBR soused scribes as they creatively carol out poems about the ever sifting varying dregs that is the human condition, the palsied pulse of the ever bleating piss-stained heart as it resiliently yawps in Whitmanesque lore that as long as we are here, we are somehow immortal…featuring hip gallery art by Ed Bradley, Phoebe Johnson, Gavra Lynn and February’s featured artist the ravishing Niccole Maloney. BYOB and share…All are invited to attend and to read and to applaud and to give and to love…..

David Von Behren was brilliant as always, John Phillips likewise and visiting cosmic poet Kyle De Valk captivated us with some great original verse. You can hear all three on the un-edited, as is and not for children free MP3 below!

I have some video of the event too that I will edit for Youtube consumption later on.
Holly Eitenmiller read her Eustice and Fred poem!

Eustice and Fred
Me and my bearded old lady
Went out for a night on the town
She brought her gold ukelele
I wore my best evening gown

We strolled through the streets of the city
Singing songs from the Book of the Dead
She suggested we eat at the shelter
We robbed a McDonald’s instead

We raced to the park with our french fries
And laughed as we rolled in the dirt
She tickled my toes with her moustache
I blushed when she looked up my skirt

After a dip in the fountain
She lifted me over her head
Then skipped to a twisted old oak tree
Where I carved in it “Eustice Loves Fred”

I whispered, “Your laugh is so fragrant … ”
She tugged at her long beard and cried
Then we gazed at the moon with amazement
And pondered the day that we died

Kyle is a good friend and kindred spirit of David.
David wrote this poem inspired by Kyle!

poem for Kyle….
Traipsing through Target on Valentine’s Day Eve Disgruntled and All alone after walking in on my girlfriend fucking her roommate, noticing how everything is red, I think about William S. Burroughs

In Mexico City inadvertently
shooting his wife in the frontal lobe
while playing a drinking game
Variation of William Tell on a bet
Requesting that she balance her wine
Chalice on the balcony of her brow
Like a beach ball and a trained seal
Standing in totemic posture ten yards away
The drapes of her eyelids hushed closed
Blinking during the family Christmas photograph
Snap of his revolver
The china-tea of her earlobes
Simultaneously registering
The click of the trigger
When the voice of God the father erupts
Through the crust of her forehead
Ribbons of diverse crimson hues
Skiing down chin and cheekbones
The pale aspirin shock of Burroughs visage
Aghast reflected in the cold puddle of life
alphabetical putty exiting her skull
a wisp of sulfur billowing over
her body like a pair of panties
half ascended up the camp flagpole

the summer when first you fell in love

Before Waking up inside Target on Valentine’s Day Eve

Noticing how everything
Is that damn red color

My thoughts circulating lost and alone
across the elliptical prostitute
lipstick smudge gritty ventricle
clotting transience of linoleum isles
Seeking freight train silence
through the aortic valves of commerce
empty parking lot cart materialism
pausing near the bus stop
wishing I had a beer

No amount of over the counter
Benzedrine shot up with Ken Kessey
Could have assuaged the
Hurt I felt that afternoon when
The cardiac tiles of my chest
Mingled with the Asbestos of her breath
Offering hosannas in mid coitus
The moment I opened the door

Finding the arched steeple
satyr thighs and legs spread like
half-opened albino triangles
facing each other
trying to consume each other
A mason symbol of wedged bodies, stuck
Ready to come in an abbreviated pulse

As I stood in the door
The junkie eating his lunch naked and alone, I

Peeled my heart from my chest like a fresh water trout
And held it above me head
For all the world to see
A coronation of our expired dream.
When you reached in the dresser beside your bed
wielding the hard steel of a weapon instead

saying “Trust me. I’ve done this once before.”

Here are Holly and John at the poetry reading at ART SHOW!

COMMUNION

It was a feast
Our bodies

Your blanket
Our table

Our outfits
Placemats on either

Side
And for once

We

Supped from each
Other

For once we
Fell inside

Each other
And drank to

The victory
Of our

Oneness. My chin
Tucked like a

Napkin between your
Breasts, and all I

Can tell you again
Is that I love

Every bite of you
Love to chew

love to bite
nibble and lick

But first we give
Thanks for all this

-David Von Behren 2003 from his blog

99daz.com the fine art blog of Darren Cox aka Daz.

Clearing your mind, slowing down those racing thoughts is a healthy practice.  The world is getting stranger as we move into the part of universe that is causing the Earth to warm up (even Pluto is warming up and that’s moving away from our sun btw).

There’s plenty of awesome videos on youtube about the 2012 transition. Don’t be afraid, the day ends at midnight but there’s another day just waiting to show up! The world will transition to a new world in 2012 that’s all.

The world is a magical place, and you are the catalyst…

*~Meditate on Cats – pencil and digital paint (Fragonard’s "The Swing" liquified) by Darren Daz Cox Peoria Illinois Artist*~