ARTS LIBERATION FRONT of Azzberri Pawk: September 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

RECENT YOU-TUBE 9/19/14

JOE RAPOLLA

Pop's Garage

9/19/14

On You-tube >

Channel>

Capt Flash

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

RECENT DIGITAL 9/23/14

A lady & her pet pig

on the boardwalk

The Capt's favorite server

Skyler

@ Pop's garage

pops a cork on a

bottle of Merlot

Friday, September 19, 2014

RECENT DIGITAL 9/19/2014

Christmass decorations

outside a store

Server @ Pop's garage

Kyla

Monday, September 15, 2014

RECENT DIGITAL 9/15/14

Capt Flash & Janna Manning

do a selfie

Janna, Jackie and Linda

Les bon vivants

@ Langostas

Phillips Sea View

Shelby & Julia

Friday, September 12, 2014

TRI CITY TRASH

Tri City Trash

A stack of Tri-City News

in the trash outside of

America's Cup

Perfect place for a trashy paper

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

NINE ELEVEN

Here is the art work I did

around 9/11

This piece was actually

done on 9/11/01

Where were you on that day?

I was working as a day laborer for a company

called "Trojan Labor" in Charleston, S.C.

We had been sent to Sullivan's Island to clean

up a construction site

Sullivan's Island is where they use to quarantine

slaves before sending them to Charleston

2 B sold

Thirteen years later things have gone
way down hill. We now live in a
fascist police state. ISIS on the rise
and the immigrants are flooding
the country.

Only question left for
America is will the
Mexicans convert to
Islam

?

RECENT DIGITAL 9/10/14

Summer is over. The crowds are gone.

Us locals can enjoy the boardwalk again.

Today was just so gorgeous (9/10/14)

Around five o'clock I wandered down

to the boardwalk for a drink.

I took some shots of the local waiters.

Ever ready Eddie the bartender @

Asbury Park Yacht Club and Jennifer

a server at Pop's garage.

Island Eddie sez:

Ain't no nuts like

coco nuts

Ain't no time like

island time

Ain't no sugar like

brown sugar

Jennifer on the other hand

didn't say much.

She just sat there and

looked pretty

Easy for her

Monday, September 8, 2014

END TIME

END TIME

I recently turned 70. In the twilight of my years I have resigned myself to my fate.

Nobody has gotten out of this alive yet. I don't expect to be the first, there fore I must face the inevitable.

It's no wonder it has creeped into my poetry.

When you get old and grey,

your hair and teeth

will fall away

Then all that will be sed

your ded

My spring has sprung

My thing is done

Now sets the sun

You never know when

your gonna' go

Sooner or later

Fast or slow

PROMISED LAND

I thought Carrol Summers @

Toulouse Interiors was weak.

I hadn't seen

PROMISED LAND

On the boardwalk

Anemic is appropriate

It's not here. Ask a Jew if he knows where it's at.

(Emerging artist? Don't count on it)

This crudely done piece was the whole show

What's this about? Who wants to go to an art exhibit and see...wha' da' f...k is dis?

Look at this piece closely. The person who painted it lacked both talent and skills.

A black kid is playing a ukulele. A white man is facing him. There is what appears to be a thought balloon over a map with locations. It looks more like a side view mirror.

There are seven people. Four men, three women.

One man is black.

They appear to be preparing to eat

(Notice, nothing on the plates and no utensils)

a black man on the table who has already been cut up. (No blood)

Some really weird shit