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I love Shakespeare. I love the Shakespeare Sonnet a Day.
I also especially love my newest muse.
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better used
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
-- Sonnet 82
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So you guys know that Neckface is blowing up, right? You dont think I could even make this shit up, do you?
You can buy shirts with his crappy drawings on them, or even browse through the maestros impressive body of work.
From Newimageartgallery.com:
19-year old graffiti artist Neck Face, currently scrawling on the walls of San Francisco after saturating New York Citys landscape, will be making his way down to Los Angeles shortly for his first solo exhibition at New Image Art Gallery. His show will feature drawings and paintings on paper and discarded objects, a wall of sculptured metal masks and an installation of felt witches. Jamie OShea, editor of Juxtapoz magazine, says, Neck Face is the new face of urban blight."
Ah. Juxtapoz. For the record, it is a pretty fucking fantastic magazine that you should all go buy, but I think Mr. OShea is having some trouble telling the urban ass from its urban face.
You want to see some street art? Check out the man.
Also, Woostercollective.com should be in your bookmarks. I cant say enough good about this site. It is part of my morning, vying only with your journals and a cup of coffee for my affections.
Fuck Neckface.
Yippy cay yay! Have a good day