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:

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

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

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

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  4. 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

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

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

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

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