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Sir Noble Man
Giver of plenty,
giver of many,
giver of all;
that stretchable spirit,
expansive as eternal
rubber-
malleable, and
invinvible;
the ruby
in the rough
everyone wants
a piece of-
to hold,
to own-
the intangible
vastness
that is
you...
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Literature
Withdraw
I curl within myself,
defenseless as the fetus
I was.
Remembrance
rolls me up,
a ball of
sadness
that lays
in my throat;
a knot of
tears
to choke on.
The desire to
run away
stings my soul,
as I long for
my happy place;
a better place
than this,
the maddening
crowd.
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Literature
Woe is she..
She writes
as blindly as she loves;
she burns
as endlessly as
the existence of
Time…
for she constantly
bleeds,
cries,
and dies.
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Literature
Te dejo Espana
Te dejo España,
and all your drama,
for your fate lies in the hands of
the Universe
And I see your future, España,
cliché as it ever were:
“You reap what you sew”—
didn’t you know?
For every mouth you’ve ever kissed with
your pointed tongue of
serpent-lies,
and the truth you ever
hid
in your eyes-
from me..
Te dejo, España;
even though you are in my veins,
my heart you are not,
as you first abandoned me in yours, and
sang to me songs of deceit-
when indeed from my presence you did flee
Te dejo, España,
together we no longer are;
“Te dejo”,
said my weeping heart…
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Literature
Le Chat Noir
Traveling about your person
are those faded eyes of
jade,
peeling away
every layer of
the secrets
you thought you successfully
hid
A master
seductor
in all his underlying
subtlety,
reels you in
at first glance;
gentle paws colored
of night's deepest pitch,
he moves with
the confidence of
the sleekest top cat,
never fully unveiling
the depth of his story;
the deliberation of his every
step...
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Literature
Cruelty, thy name is...
Cruelty, thy name is
Spain…
Oh, how you snatch the light of
my soul,
and consume it utterly;
together we burn…
Matador of my heart,
whip me into submission with
the leather of your love,
for neither the world nor I shall know
none the finer-
and make your inevitable exit,
as you, barefoot, tread upon
the shattered pieces of
my glass heart,
leaving behind you,
no remorse, for you bleed
for no one, in all the
solitude of your lonely existence-
yet ever I love you…
~At times I feel he loves me- yet he leaves, and I’m left with the feeling that it’s only me…
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Literature
I told him.
I told him
he could
pull my hair;
the gentility of his touch
misled me to believe
he couldn’t
thrash me.
And oh, how
I *so*
wanted that
mauling
to become of me
by those hands;
those deliberate,
purposefully mobile
paws,
softer than clouds
to the feel,
yet
storms of passion
within them
brewed.
Time was
a whirlwind
betwixt us-
blinded and deafened
were we,
by the lightning
we made;
turmoil
between pristine sheets,
in a bed with
no name.
And in that numbered
room,
there was only
he and I;
and in that golden
hour,
I told him
that I love him;
he told me
he knew.
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Literature
First Sight in Hindsight.
You always were
a bit of a
boastful bastard,
weren’t you?
In that silent way
your aura
bragged
as you stood
solitarily askew
from the merrily dancing crowd;
the magnetism of your
singularity
struck and
reeled me in.
I told you of
the greatness that is
you,
and so you swept me
into the swinging sea of
jig,
where together we created
an aloneness-
a passionate,
possessive,
aloneness.
I wished to
consume you whole-
eat your flesh,
and drink your blood;
inject your marrow
into my soul.
Despite all this,
I should have known-
the vastness of
your vanity
was never a match
for me;
thus,
I die
by your thoughtless hands-
expense of my heart,
a cost too great
for any man.
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Literature
Today...
A black cloud
blanketed the city
and seemed to
follow me
everywhere I went;
an inescapable darkness
like a shadow over me
during my darkest hour:
little falling raindrops
on a window,
gently scattering my sight,
like every tear
I’ve shed
within these years.
A raucous silence
seemed to shred
like blaring music
in my ears
that no one else
was privy to hear,
while
the wicked air
filled with stealth
robbed me of
my precious breath,
killing me little by little,
by the dying light in
my tear-soaked sight.
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Literature
Rescue
Falling,
falling,
swimming,
struggling,
taken
by the undercurrent
of this tumultuous
Love;
drowning,
drowning,
saltwater of my tears
filling my
lungs;
aching,
aching,
as I go
down,
down…
Wait-
was that
a shoreline
in sight,
the distant chance
that silently
calls me?
Perhaps
I may
live…
Crashing,
crashing-
no, this is not
sand;
the rocks,
that hard place,
bashing,
bashing my aching
brains in;
slashing,
slashing my pale skin open;
breaking,
breaking-
I’m breaking…
Unexpected
gentle hands
lift my marred body
off the treacherous terrain;
caressing my wounds,
kissing my damaged skin,
loving me…
Love me, dearest...
for I love you, too.
Perhaps
I shall
live.
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Literature
The Rainbow's Shadow...
He fell in love
with
the dark side
of
a rainbow;
the shadowy reflection
of
color's brightness
in reverse,
where
dreams untangled
in the flow
of her
raven hair
He lit
a flame
in her name
and
shone
within her
darkness;
a light of
hope
and wonderment
beneath a
tempest's
dress.
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Literature
Frailty, thy name is...
She's a melancholy
kind of girl,
who,
like a flower,
will wither
'til
she fades
away,
rather than
cry aloud
and burden you
with her
travail;
no.
Instead,
in the dark
will be
her lament,
amongst her friends,
Hush
and...
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Literature
Charlatan Princess
Vacuous jewel-box
meant to hold the priceless,
glitters,
but most certainly is not
gold,
for the pretense of
charm and grace
reveals itself
every time light is shed with
the waking sun;
revolting decrepitude of
her fallacy...
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Literature
Ms. Widow...
Lovers have died
here in my home;
they left by proxy of Death,
when consumed them, I did-
all of them...
He said he loved me;
he did-
and him,
and him;
they all did,
but
of the loveblood I drank,
nary a he could bear
So I did what I knew most fitting:
spun tangles 'round him and
'our' past,
and placed each of him on my woven silk netting,
trapping any possibility of escape from
the treachery of
...
~Toxic are we, when in the form of "you and me"; if you are wise, from me you will flee...
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Literature
A Twist of Fate...
There was that unexpected, fateful
day,
where through wires
I cried to you;
a longing to be
loved,
if just a little,
to momentarily bandage that
constantly bleeding wound
that perpetuated
my lonely tears.
A friend indeed,
came you,
to my rescue;
a champion for the cause of
the shattered remains of
what was
my soul.
A broken doll
still,
do I love thee;
I have been since,
though
fragmented and
cracked,
entangled in
that softly silkened
netting that is
your love,
and should
love to stay here,
always,
forever wrapped around
your heart,
so that I may
embed myself into it,
a skin that permeates
only for you to
feel.
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Literature
Who Knew?
You said you did,
although I was unsure;
intuition spoke to me
of your sincerity,
and yet I doubted
what I hadn’t known,
tangibly.
I’ve been told of dreams and
fancy,
beauteous things called
“you and me”-
and yet had
misgivings;
past history led my heart into
a cage of wariness.
I wanted to love you,
for all that makes you
naturally dear:
the mellifluous manner in which
you speak to me,
the madman cackle that
jolts through my body
every time we laugh together;
the way you listen;
the way I could *hear*
how if you could,
your arms would
take me in
an undyingly loving embrace
any time
I wept my woes to you;
your genuine gentleness.
I wanted to love you,
but feared it so,
for letting my heart go
could surely mean
my ruin
(yet again).
By bold chance,
I risked possible devastation,
for my frail heart
could surely stand to break
no more;
yet right when I gave up,
there you were.
And now,
here
we are.
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The corridor of the low rent thin-walled hotel was loud with adolescent prattle from the hood; brawling squawk and pre-pubescent bravado amok.  And down the hall a group of charismatic pentecostals were having a vociferous  prayer meeting.  Not only were they talking in tongues they were also shrieking in tongues.


We were in the red room, the din pounding through the walls. But with the music of our fuck we silenced the chaos outside the door.  We shut it down by making love. 


And everything's been pretty relaxed since then.

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Skip Williamson
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"Artist Skip Williamson (is) Trippier than a sheet of windowpane acid, and often more political than compatriots like R. Crumb, Williamson also invented the "Playboy Funnies" section of America's favorite lad mag. Check out hiscandy-colored paintings and culture-vulture collages."
-- Diablo Cody, Academy Award winning author of "Juno"

Skip Williamson has been painting his colorful and innovative canvasses and penning skeptic mirth for more than 40 years. The Chicago Tribune said "Williamson has a wicked and wordly pen...and his skill as a social commentator is sharp." And Kenneth Baker (Art critic for the San Francisco Examiner) described Williamson's art as "Dead-on as satire and warped cultural memoir. During his thirty year tenure in Chicago New City called him the "Dean of Chicago cartoonists" And William Post Ross observed that Skip Williamson has "Talent not only as a cartoonist, but also as a social prophet of some newly evolved form"

Skip Williamson's work has been exhibited at the New York Cultural Center (NYC), the Maryland Institute of Design (Baltimore), The Chicago 4 Show (Chicago), The Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago), the Phoenix Gallery (Berkeley CA), the American Contemporary Graphics Exhibition (a traveling exhibition), the Museum of Comic Art (Northhampton MA), the Cororan Gallery at the Dupont Center (Washington DC), the Lucca Festival (Lucca Italy), the Tate Gallery of Modern Art (London), the La Luz de Jesus gallery (LA), Gallery Bink (Portland OR), L'art Noir New Orleans (New Orleans LA) and many others. His work has been shown throughout Europe in the Comix 2000 traveling exhibition sponsored by the French publisher L'Association.

In 2000 Williamson exhibited his paintings in a solo show at Atlanta's Eyedrum Gallery. Dr. Jerry Cullum (Senior editor of Art Papers) wrote in the Atlanta-Journal Constitution "Williamson knows how to put together a picture, balancing color and skewed perspective as effectively as any realist painter would...He fits perfectly into a type of art…in which a cartoon style is put to intelligent but outrageous uses. And his cynical view of humanity, worthy of such past satirists as Honore Daumier, is dead-on regarding the place where most people are".

"And yet, so much art reveals the places where people never even consider going. But that's not Williamson's concern. He reflectively steps on toes, and he rocks."

Williamson has taught and/or lectured at the Art Institute of Chicago, the University of Chicago, Harper College, Columbia College, the University of Illinois, the Illinois Institute of Technology, the Atlanta College of Art and more. And he has received over 40 awards for his art and design, including a Gold Award from the Art Director's Club of New York, a Silver from the Society of Illustrators, six consecutive awards from Communication Arts magazine, five certificates of distinction from Art Direction magazine, Society of Publication Design Award of Merit and an Award of Design Excellence from the Tokyo Designer's Gaukin College.

Williamson is undoubtedly best known for his own dissolute cartoon and comic strip menagerie. One that has been translated into over a dozen languages and has "been hung in art galleries from Berkeley to Paris. Natives from New Guinea have written fan letters by firelight. CBS television covered his career, and never one to hesitate at the footlights to success, he always took the existential leap into the crowd." Skip Williamson has been described as "a modern day visual Boswell." And his drawings and paintings have been auctioned at Sotheby's, Christie's and Heritage auction houses.

In 1968, along with Robert Crumb and Jay Lynch, Williamson helped launch Bijou Funnies, one of the earliest and longest running underground comix titles. Some years later The Comix Journal said "Skip Williamson is still the quintessential underground comix artist." And that "where (Robert) Crumb's primary comix aim was introspective...Williamson took a broader look, skewering both left-wing trendiness and right-wing over-reaction at a time of much-publicized left-wing trendiness. Crumb's approach may have been more...artistically "legitimate". But to those of us struggling to make sense of the socio-political chaos, Williamson was frequently the funnier."

During the 70s and 80s Skip Williamson was art director at Playboy magazine. At Playboy he created the popular "Playboy Funnies" section and introduced millions of readers to his characters, the sordid Neon Vincent and the post-modern couple Nell 'n' Void.

As a cartoon illustrator Williamson's art has been published by such diverse institutions as The National Lampoon and Encyclopaedia Britannica. Or Money magazine and the Industrial Worker.

In the corporate arena Skip Williamson has produced print advertising for McDonald's, Seven-Up, Bosch, United Airlines and many more.

Williamson is completing work on a massive collection of his art and an accompanying memoir titled "Terra Incognita". And documentary filmmaker John Kinhart is currently making a film about Skip Williamson's life and art, tentatively titled "Pigheaded".

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dextercockburn Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2017  Professional General Artist
Underground Comix legend Skip Williamson's widow, Adrienne, needs help... Spread this around?... www.gofundme.com/helping-a-fin…
If you can't give $$$, consider donating a piece of original art for sale... We are all a community, gang! <3
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sinisterkiss Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2014  Professional General Artist
You're the coolest Skip. Thank you. <3
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Huwman Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2013  Professional
I had no idea you were on here. I'm so glad I stumbled across your page! I've always loved your work since back in the underground days. Great to see you're still going strong!
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richard-reynolds Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012
Hey Skip...just got wind that you were blocked on FB...glad you're okay...was wondering about you. Peace.
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therainbowsshadow Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday, dear :cake: :heart: :huggle: :heart:
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username125 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2012  Student Artist
I hope you have a great birthday Skip! :D
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therainbowsshadow Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I posted a comment on the *Suggestivism* page and put 2 of my pieces there: "The Town...", and "Democracy's Demagogue", since they kept mentioning "political vs. apolitical" bullshit; I'm apolitical & truly don't give a fuck about government or anything related to it. In fact, I wish it didn't exist, but that's another story. In any event, we shall see what they do in terms of whether or not they'll *feature* my work; probably nothing, but what the fuck- I did it, is all I can say. :nod:
Thanks for the encouragement, Skip. :huggle: :heart:
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therainbowsshadow Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
2 :+fav: from me today of your work; you're :onfire: , Skip. :tighthug: !!
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Crabamoustache Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2012
You're a legend ! I love your artwork and your comics.
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therainbowsshadow Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I consider it an honor to watch your artistry, and be watched by someone as multi-faceted, and well-known (& acknowledged) as you. :tighthug:
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