Art Fight
I was in a show last night called Art Fight. It was a great time and I am so glad I was asked to participate.
The premise was 4 different artistic disciplines were asked to create a new piece of work in one hour based on a theme supplied to them along with 3 other prompts/ideas thrown at us every 15 minutes. The theme was "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't." The other prompts tossed our was were "a tattered rooff", "The Battle of Trafalgar" and "the smell of a fresh piece of paper."
The artistic disciplines involved on this night were a painter, a musician, a writer and a group of actors. In the end the actors won, beating me by three votes, I am told. I really didn't care. The show was such a hit, it was a blast to be a part of. It was one of those nights when there really were no "losers." Especially at only $5 a head. I think they plan on doing another one in a couple of months.
This is the poem I ended up writing
Better the devil
Butter the nut
Better the devil
Butter the nut
Let it slip inside you
Let it grease your wheel
Better the devil
Butter the nut
How, how, how, how, how
Do you better the devil?
How do you butter the devil’s nuts?
With almond butter
The nut of the devil
Lucifer’s scrotum
Looks like a dead armadillo
On a sun drenched highway
12 miles outside of Austin, Texas
If you slit open the devil’s scrotum
With a razor blade while jumping
Out of a plane
It turns into a parachute that will save you
If you are willing to absolve your demons
Of their sins
This is where it gets weird
Where a rabbi in Heidelberg
Who’s addicted to corn tortillas
Buys a crate of Vaseline on E-Bay
He’s studied the Kaballa
He’s in love with Madonna
He’s studied all her dance moves
He doesn’t agree with record sales
But he’s held the devil’s scrotum
It’s what we do when we’re feeling powerless
When we think the world’s against us
Like at the battle of Trafalgar
He doesn’t want to be martyr
He wants to live and
See the devil’s scrotum
Throbbing in his hand
So he can count the wrinkles
As if they were the timeline
On a giant redwood
He searching for the moment
His life became a tattered roof
In an abandoned tenement ghetto
Just before the riot burned it to the ground
The devil doesn’t exist
He’s an old world myth
To excuse God from all his actions
St Augustine argued that because
God was perfection there was no way
He could allow the horrors of the world
To exist in his name so Auggie suggested
We need an independent agent
That influences the will of mankind
Better the devil
Butter the beast
Better the devil
Butter the beast
Abandon the God of your oppressors
Embark on a journey to your own new world
Without conquest
Or destruction
Pure as a fresh page of paper
Not borne of a clear cut forest
Say no to the cock fight
Be your own holy doctrine
The medicine’s inside you
Let the Empire down.
The premise was 4 different artistic disciplines were asked to create a new piece of work in one hour based on a theme supplied to them along with 3 other prompts/ideas thrown at us every 15 minutes. The theme was "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't." The other prompts tossed our was were "a tattered rooff", "The Battle of Trafalgar" and "the smell of a fresh piece of paper."
The artistic disciplines involved on this night were a painter, a musician, a writer and a group of actors. In the end the actors won, beating me by three votes, I am told. I really didn't care. The show was such a hit, it was a blast to be a part of. It was one of those nights when there really were no "losers." Especially at only $5 a head. I think they plan on doing another one in a couple of months.
This is the poem I ended up writing
Better the devil
Butter the nut
Better the devil
Butter the nut
Let it slip inside you
Let it grease your wheel
Better the devil
Butter the nut
How, how, how, how, how
Do you better the devil?
How do you butter the devil’s nuts?
With almond butter
The nut of the devil
Lucifer’s scrotum
Looks like a dead armadillo
On a sun drenched highway
12 miles outside of Austin, Texas
If you slit open the devil’s scrotum
With a razor blade while jumping
Out of a plane
It turns into a parachute that will save you
If you are willing to absolve your demons
Of their sins
This is where it gets weird
Where a rabbi in Heidelberg
Who’s addicted to corn tortillas
Buys a crate of Vaseline on E-Bay
He’s studied the Kaballa
He’s in love with Madonna
He’s studied all her dance moves
He doesn’t agree with record sales
But he’s held the devil’s scrotum
It’s what we do when we’re feeling powerless
When we think the world’s against us
Like at the battle of Trafalgar
He doesn’t want to be martyr
He wants to live and
See the devil’s scrotum
Throbbing in his hand
So he can count the wrinkles
As if they were the timeline
On a giant redwood
He searching for the moment
His life became a tattered roof
In an abandoned tenement ghetto
Just before the riot burned it to the ground
The devil doesn’t exist
He’s an old world myth
To excuse God from all his actions
St Augustine argued that because
God was perfection there was no way
He could allow the horrors of the world
To exist in his name so Auggie suggested
We need an independent agent
That influences the will of mankind
Better the devil
Butter the beast
Better the devil
Butter the beast
Abandon the God of your oppressors
Embark on a journey to your own new world
Without conquest
Or destruction
Pure as a fresh page of paper
Not borne of a clear cut forest
Say no to the cock fight
Be your own holy doctrine
The medicine’s inside you
Let the Empire down.