Tuesday, December 29, 2009

'Twas The Night After Christmas

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What? You weren't good all year? It's not just that Santa won't leave goodies. After a brief rest from his delivery duties, there's a story that Santa makes a second round, wielding a purple pick axe in retribution to the bad.

Well, nah, I just made that up. This is something from Artica. Santa here and a companion in a florescent-colored mask were reciting and acting out a long 1916 Dadaist poem, The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher by Tristan Tzara. It was pretty bleeping bizarre. I think I'll work in a bit more of this.

10 comments:

Olivier said...

c'est pas le père noël, c'est le père fouettard ;o)

brattcat said...

How strange! You have a knack for finding these things.

Virginia said...

Are you a Weirdo Magnet, B?? Geeezzz Louise!
V

cieldequimper said...

Bizarre? Really?

Virginia said...

Yeah yeah, I hear ya. Do you see anybody else sporting a Santa with a purple pick axe today?? Humm??? :) We depend on you for these shots now B.
V

BlossomFlowerGirl said...

Oh dear, shouldn't the man in the red suit be at home (North {Pole) resting?
Cheers.
Melbourne Daily Photo

Louis la Vache said...

Well, Brattcat, «Louis» swears Bob has imported Telegraph Avenue from The People's Republic of Berserkeley to Saint Louis! These are everyday sightings there...

Steffe said...

Oh, this is great.

Luis Gomez said...

Great Santa!

Paula said...

I love eet! You're too funny, B. What a great post. I soooo wish I had been there.