Friday, February 25, 2011

By Marty Neumeier for the New York Art Expo 1983

1983, Neumeier, poster published by Gazelle Editions

Winston Churchill

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."

Dogtooth: The Cat

Love Is A Piece Of Paper Torn To Bits | Charles Bukowski

all the beers was poisoned and the capt. went down
and the mate and the cook
and we had nobody to grab sail
and the N. wester ripped the sheets like toenails
and we pitched like crazy
the hull tearing its sides
and all the time in the corner
some punk had a drunken slut (my wife)
and was pumping away
like nothing was happening
and the cat kept looking at me
and crawling in the pantry
amongst the clanking dishes
with flowers and vines painted on them
untill I couldnt stand it anymore
and took the thing
and heaved it
the side.

More Warhol Cats!

Richard George | Sylvia Plath's Cats

Their breath was clean, or harsh and sour
according to her moods:
and when they sensed a coming storm
they crept into corners.
Today she is a remote eminence,
tall and cold as Alaska:
but the cats understood her
as something young and brittle
like bamboo
that cuts you when it breaks.
When she died, apart from them
they felt her passing over
as a seismic change of frequency:
they never quite forgot her
and when something reminded them
they purred, nervously.

No one writes their biography.