Eli, lama sabachthani?! Cue mommy issues…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
Tag Archives: God
(and god did nothing)
in darkness he went down
in a braille of feet and saltwater sand
to the sea awayed he
from the so-called promised land
who would be torn if not he for he
for the span of what was and never would be
his tears only added to the plan
a gram worth nothing, impotent man
in silence he laid down
under veil of nori and saltwater cran
to the sea awayed he
from a post-coital life spent in remand
who would mourn if not he for he
for the span of what was and never would be
his fears only added to the plan
a gram worth nothing, impotent man
child of god
he prayed for something good and true
slave of god
swallowed instead by the reckoning blue
in parentheses he drowned
into vale of drib and saltwater dram
to the sea awayed he
from the parochial feckoning hand
who would have borne if not he for he
for the span of what was and never would be
his tears and fears added to the plan
a gram worth nothing, impotent man
child of god
he begged for something good and true
slave of god
swallowed instead by the beckoning blue
child of god
into a sea of no avail
slave of god
to the reckoning sea travailed he
by TONY SINGLE
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christ on a bike
why do they add the aitch between
and how is that meant to be offensive?
jesus and christ, middle name harold
likes long walks on the beach and hurling frisbees
what’s so contemptible about that?
by TONY SINGLE
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BUT IS IT ART? // Man’s Best Pal(indrome)
TONY: There’s a time when I wouldn’t have dared to draw something like this.
TATI: Uh huh. You usually only dare to draw dildos and boobs.
TONY: Yes, now I can add shit to the list.
TATI: Wow. Now you can be considered a mature artist.
TONY: What does that even mean anyway? How mature is it to draw a dick and balls instead of covering them up with a pair of underpants? No, I just drew these things because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.
TATI: Definitely, the name of Tony Single shall now be featured alongside those of Odd Nerdrum, Pieter Bruegel…
TONY: Who?
TATI: Artists. Who drew shit.
TONY: Oh, what they drew was shit? Or they literally drew with shit? And it was shit? Or brilliant.
TATI: They drew shit. Literally.
TONY: Oh, shit. Really?
TATI: Shrilly.
TONY: Well, aren’t you just in a silly mood today!
TATI: And you’re in a shitty mood.
TONY: Well, I’m trying to have a serious conversation about god being a palindrome of dog—god being a dog’s leavings, if you will. Perhaps god’s not the great almighty being we make him out to be. Perhaps we ought to hold dogs in higher esteem.
TATI: What a weird concept. Was it a car or a cat I saw?
TONY: Huh?!
TATI: Perhaps cars are not the great almighty beings we make them out to be. Perhaps we ought to hold cats in higher esteem.
TONY: But… but… Cats. Cars. They’re not palindromes! You’re completely ruining my whole point!
TATI: But… but… Your ‘shit’ doesn’t spell ‘Tony’ backwards!
TONY: Are you calling me shit?
TATI: No way! I’m honestly trying to follow your shitty logic.
TONY: I’m wondering how many times we can get away with saying the word ‘shit’ in this discussion…
TATI: I suppose we’re going to get beans anyway, but not because of some doo doo balls on your picture, Tony.
TONY: I literally have no idea what you just said.
TATI: I suppose our readers will tell you. I just know I don’t want to get beans.
TONY: What the shit does your ‘get beans’ mean? I’m so confused!
TATI: Wait and see.
TONY: Erm… Okay? How about we just move on from shits and beans and… well, talk about the ‘god’ part of my illustration?
(Tati begins to walk away.)
TONY: Tati? Hey! Wait! TATI?!
(She pays absolutely no attention to him.)
TONY: Well… shit.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
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the strand (lost paradise lament)
seraph, a man in a grain of sand
how far you have fallen
all trace of you got swept beneath
the sea of time, your alleged crime
you tried to pay your respects
to the last breath, but lies still lie and
fidelity has long left the stage
he’s gone, never to pass this way again
you bear the echo of all that was
with the weight of a dead crown
are these the days of clarity
in the sea of time, a bitter wine
lilies grow amongst the skulls now
the aftermath of your unseen war
have you not seen through the tears
you, the unreconstructed man
silence, and dark tranquillity
morning star, you blanch at the dawn
parlay at the speed of trust’s decay
this sea of time, the mere sublime
grief has frozen you to the shoreline
the pain of you reaches into a lie
verging on hope, though god knows why
a quiet smoke seeking ascension’s sigh
who will come for you now
who will comfort you, bury you
by TONY SINGLE
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