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  2. Shotsie Gorman
    Hoep to see my local mates! Food wine and friends see our amazinr array of art works on paper 3/D paintings Ceramics and oils on Canvas!
    Celibrating my wife Kristine's B day as well! Come join in see Sacred Rose tattoo shop a 2000 square foot beaty in Berkeley
    starts at 7pm
    Marcus Cuff of tattoo magazine will be there shooting the show Annie Sprinkle Charles Gatewood many other bay area luminaries! In cluding YOU!
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    http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2614706732839&set=a.2614706572835.2148062.1410202637&type=1&theater
    My work is placed at the NAU Museum of art in Flagstaff AZ via a National Juried show. Every two years submitting artist works are revued for placement in this show .It's a difficult one to get into. The selection process is from over 8,000 submissions froma round the US.
    I am proud to have two of my ceramic pieces in the show it's up until the end of December for those close enough to see it.
    thanks
    amigo's
    Shotsie Gorman
  6. Shotsie Gorman
    “THE SAD THING ABOUT THIS WORLD IS;
    EVERYBODY HAS THEIR REASONS”
    August Renior
    “Some people put the best inside. Some people put the best outside “ Bob Marley
    I’m sure he had many of them, I do
    People do -- have lots of them.
    Secret ones that destroy others
    like stealth bombs of desire.
    After the scatological shrapnel slices you apart
    They line their hearts, as armor.
    The way you’d put gray flannel pants in the winter,
    red wool over your eyes,
    or sing an old Bob Wills tune.
    “Can’t pull it over my eyes” he’d say,
    before she smoked him.
    Lit up and burned
    like and old butt he found weeks later
    under a small stack of love letters piled up
    to burn for heat while living on the street.
    Everybody has them.
    Often they spread them thickly
    like a protective coating of lard over their lives.
    Even though tallow can be carved into fine art,
    it has to be left in the dark and cool.
    A place like your subconscious basement apartment.
    Seductive they are,
    once neatly spread to catch the flies
    and well supported by Nietzsche, Shoppenouer or Jesus.
    You pull them in.
    Like knowing the right card in a three card Monte game.
    Of course they can be slid to you via higher levels of consciousness
    by Swami Snatchenyoudownah’s tantric yogic practice.
    Taoists say the sage butcher never
    has to sharpen the blade while crudely slicing - often into anyone near by.
    “Look you just gotta’ get it!
    It’s my destiny to move on now.
    I have to get a new shape,
    a new karma, a new lover with a better car,
    a new line at the five and dime”
    Many times reasons are made like fine Chinese papercuts.
    You become so mesmerized by the art-
    you don’t ever see the message coming
    until it’s scissors slice through your open eyes.
    You know, the way you would cut paper
    for your kitchen drawers.
    I mean, they always starting out bright yellow
    with the idea of keeping those things neat
    and available for your everyday use.
    Every piece measured carefully
    until the third drawer where you stop measuring.
    Reasons build up like clutter.
    The most expensive clutter, paid for with the pain
    you have in your now gashed heart.
    Breakdowns in a sobbing fetal mass despite the hot shower.
    When you are alone and all of it comes.
    Drawers get stuck.
    Only the same one opens again and again.
    “Don’t fixate she said !
    Don’t obsess!”
    Small swarms of blackened shadows buzz round at three am.
    More like 3:33 blinking red now.
    Their like assholes.
    Everybody has em.
    Reasons are piled up like cigarettes
    along the curb at the stop light.
    Like the lint that forms in your pockets
    and the dust mites settling from nowhere
    on everything you hold dear.
    The tattoo marks you collect on your body
    It’s a changing world
    See it change.
    Walking away, she said.
    “I am sorry you don’t get it--it’s nothing personal.
    I mean if you were me you would understand
    I had to go! Things just got out of hand.
    I had a new job offer, friend, lover,
    a chance to get all new clutter and form new horizons--
    bigger ones with brighter linings--I--I have to go!
    Wasn’t like I wanted to be disloyal,
    dishonest or lack character.
    Those ideas are old, like you-- piled up in a back alley’s in the lower Eastside.
    It’s not just me-- I know you had your own!
    Just because you called them honor and loyalty high and mighty bullshit.
    Next, you’ll be telling me why it’s called love and forgiveness .
    Like you have some insight as to the influence you have in--my--world.
    It is mine-- you know.” She said
    Her reasons;
    poured out like so much paper toweling
    falling out of an over stuffed public toilet trash can
    that no one ever picks up.
    No one ever picks them up.
    Because
    they have
    their
    reasons.
  7. Shotsie Gorman
    Take a chance no one will think your not hip and cool if you watch a poetry film. It's not your third grade teachers longfellow dudes it's hard hitting short stories in effect . Much to be suprised by. Funny and moving a rollercoaster ride of emotions. I jhave been writing and performing in Prisons and kids at rick venues as well as highschools and cafes around the US. My work won a second place in the 1998 Allen Ginsberg PRize. Take a shot there will be no POETRY COOTIES I PROMISE!
    SHotsie
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