Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Like A Bad Penny Worth One Thousand Dali Dollars and Two Bit Red Crab and Half Pence Red/Blue Crab by Justynn Tyme
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
1. Extra Crab Leg 4. Head Upside Down 8. Pipe Top Lengthened
2. Pant Leg Lowered 5. Arrow In Head 9. Pipe Bottom Shortened
3. Hole In Wall Gone 6. Crab Has Green Eyes 0. Left Sleeve Now Blue
7. Waist Rim Of Shirt Is Now Red
Monday, April 9, 2012
did you see the krab aid lady, Nanook?
Nanoon stared with a question mark for a face
his face was gone, except for two equally parabolic moustaches
each slight apart from the other
do you know Hitler's moustache, Mr. Nanook?
you mean that imbecile's patch of hair
yes, that imbecile's patch
that's exactly what you don't have
you have have the handlebars of genius on your face
but your face is gone
my face is what? his voice was emanating as if there were speakers
because his mouth was gone
El Salvador Dali was standing in the background
in front of the tsunami, Mr. Stubborn The Whole World Must Surf
Building Cities Oil Tankers Robins
holding a Tiger Lily the flower that Quetzalcoatl brought to Ixim Ulew
from the center of the universe, the Orion's Belt, the Three Hearthstones
the Crab the Crab the Crab
Flaming TIme Nebula
Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka the persistence of memory
imagine time is a reader
this Dali Krab Day is the sickle of a p, not the spike
just the curved sickle of a capital p: P
in a poem, in a book, in a volume, on a shelf
in a room, on a floor, up an elevator, in a building
on a street, in a city, of a country, of continent
of a planet, in a system, in a universe
moving towards another like a great big muffin top
while in the sack of crabs
slung around Dali's back
his eyes not tracking right, tracking better than right
he makes eye contact with Nanook, and the questionmark face
becomes an exclamation mark!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
surely, is it, could it be, i think it is
but do my eyes stalks deceive
it is.... IT's DALIKRAB DAY 7
wow.... as the gears slowly turn, the claw machine known as Dalikrab Day is still inspiring new pieces from excellent artisans. I still hear the whispering of art to come from artists haplessly to busy to produce something sooner. That's ok... because Dalikrab Day goes on and on and on until the crab has run off with the corpse of Salvador Dali. Yet I have not seen a second wind.. that would a thing to behold, no the doctor regenerate after a week say and start all over a new with a flurry of pieces. the thought is staggering.
as we go through day 7 - anyone got any dalikrab day zombie art? we have not had any zombie art in dalikrab in all these years i think and its all the rage....
DALIKRAB DAY ZOMBIE ART
or writing or audio or video
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Watch me sweat large
on the landscape
in my melting shell.
I will teach you how to make
extra salty sex out of giddy
globs of time.
The mustache waxed
and the moon
and the tiger
and the swans
and me on top
bleeding a confusion
Once upon a scary time,
When monsters put a bit of lime
Inside the babies they did eat,
A little grub, she found her feet.
Grubs have no feet, as you know.
Except for her, little Flo.
She ran and ran and ran some more.
Up hills, 'cross town, and out the door.
The countryside could not contain her,
Our Flo the grub became a small blur.
In France and Louse and Turkey, too,
Where one boy heard a fast "boo-hoo."
Because Flo was scared and running sad.
Grubs don't learn, from mom or dad
How to stop when they start running.
So on Flo went, small feet a'gunning.
She cried and ran and lost her weight
Finally thin enough to date.
But who could catch her, at this speed?
"Please let me stop!" to God she plea'd.
And stop she did, right on the beach.
Nose-to-nose with shiny leech.
"What are you?" he asked small Flo.
"I think you're cute, Miss Many Toe."
A footed grub from Mexico.
Sometimes a leech is what it takes
To help us find our hidden brakes.
In the shining Water Falls walking on points
sun / zoo \ chi over sproinging
dalikrab comb butt pinching dripplinging
mustaches claws melon balls
Eye Cue! #4 Lie Cruel #4
Bulging / Bugging / Lazy Inside
Staring eyes crusty crude crustaceans
What Deranged I-D- EEls are tea cozys, light bulbs
populate its snotty tissues, rock boxes
Crazy brain and dirty hoses
(boo) Nude Crab / (non) Dead Crab /
Crabs, Crabs, Killer Crabs Everywhere!
In your beard, in your account, in your ear!
I came, I saw, I got pinched all over by
M . U . S . I . C . A . L - C . R . A . B . O . I . D . S
Wave the breeches in buddha's lair
kaputz? is that in your music player?
If that crazy crab returns in autumn
whistle in the dark
whistle in the dark
whistle in the park
I'm a Krab!!
I'm a Crab!!!
I'm a Clam Jam Damn Dalikrab!!
It costed $12 and He didn't eat the freezer fries!
Here come a lute, full of boots, which are full of lutes notes.
One Note says: BoOOo!
Two Notes Say: BoOo! BOoO!
Three notes say: BoOoOoOoOo!
One Note says: HELLO!!
I'm a Clam. I'm a Lamb? I'm a Ram!
Ook Ook Kah Choo - choo choo choo choo choo choo
ALL A PLANK!
It came in the night
full of buckets and bees
buzzing with delight
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