i am a photograph i am
the photograph of a small yet overwrought abstract expressionist painting underarmed by a christian dior model circa sixtyfour all important with a fore ground cat crossing all slylazy blackandwhite and glossyarrogant in the city flawed the palette is a sunwink on a sodden saddleworth sundaymorning coming down yellow in feminine farmlandplenty or plastered in newcastlebrown or lancashirered or coloured francis bacon lite or crap communist cars or socialist cheese or anti fash stickers in the gents’ of a railwaypub where the graffiti’s always worth a read the painting Is franz kline popping over for an armwrestle with lichtenstein over a euro breakfast of strong coffee and cigarettes and vodka without small talks or gestures empty or a study of a selfimportance gland all swollen from greedaddiction sucking on the hot saucebottle needing a stop for the endofpier pressure or a short termist threebuttoned all the wayup just to piss rightoff the traditionalists or a gainy dogearred grasp at someoneelse’s past to help prove mistakes are evidently concrete the review reads while fleet of street if i may saysomyself though the composition is all slopangry and pinchderivative the finish is fucking neat
Mark Coverdale is the Art School Mod Poet
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