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COLUMN FIFTY-FIVE, JANUARY 1, 2001
(Copyright 2001 Al Aronowitz)

    

O WOW MAO

 For Andy Warhol (1928-1987)

 "The world outside
 would be easier
 to live in if we
 were all machines.
 It's nothing in
 the end anyway.
 It doesn't matter
 what anyone does.
 My work won't
 last anyway.
 I was
 using
 cheap paint."  

    Andy Warhol

 "You think
 people
 are
 really
 dumb
 don't
 you
 Andy?"

    Bob Colacello

 Strange
 glasses
 a
 silver
 toupee
 who
 cares
 what
 critics
 say
 Liza and
 Halston
 love
 the show
 what
 do
 curators
 know

 Abstract designs
 dripping brushes
 Franz
 and
 Jackson
 are
 old hat
 true
 art
 is in
 your
 shopping
 cart  

 Politics
 is
 such
 a bore
 Please,
 ignore
 the war
 throw
 out
 the
 new regime
 bring
 back
 the factory
 Hollywood
 dream

 Garbo
 Paulette
 champagne
 and
 Del Rio
 caviar
 and
 furs
 the holy
 queer
 trio

 Polish princes
 Italian counts
 makeup
 satin
 barons
 in
 pearls
 lipstick
 rouge
 who
 needs
 girls

 Boys
 dressed
 like
 Judy
 Lana
 and May
 crying
 in
 smoky
 rooms
 'bout
 the man
 who
 got away

 Recycle
 those
 vaginas
 true
 glamour
 never
 dies
 beautiful
 Edie
 RIP
 Miss
 Jackie Curtis
 and
 Candy D
 don't
 pay
 actors
 they work
 for
 free

 Making
 films
 is
 so
 much
 fun
 point
 the camera
 like
 a gun

 Kiss
 shit
 take
 a
 pill
 watching
 buildings
 sleep
 is
 such
 a
 thrill

 Drowning
 in
 the toilet
 is
 real
 drama
 why
 get
 hung up
 on
 Cinerama

 Pop
 flash
 Polaroid
 portraits
 are
 easy
 cash
 line 'em
 up
 it beats
 making
 Trash

 Barbra
 Ethel
 oy
 vay
 getting
 them
 to pay
 is
 so
 porous
 these dames
 are
 too much
 tsouris

 Fairies
 fairies
 everywhere
 painting
 their
 toenails
 doing
 your hair
 splendid
 in
 tuxes
 they got
 such flair
 fairies
 fairies
 everywhere

 O Wow
 Mao
 MM
 stills
 cans
 and
 boxes
 Brillo
 soup
 O gee
 jerks
 pay
 millions
 for junk
 that's
 free

 "I've had
 a
 hard life.
 People forget
 I sold
 fruit
 from
 a truck
 to
 pay
 for college."

 Dear Diary:
 I
 work so
 hard
 to
 be
 a star
 hopping
 from party
 to party
 and
 bar
 mixing
 paint
 till
 I faint
 signing
 autographs
 like
 Dirk Bogarde
 "Maybe
 I
 should eat
 more
 yogurt."

 The limo
 driver
 is
 so shy
 it's
 really nice
 when
 he catches
 my eye
 maybe
 he saw
 my
 face
 in some
 column
 I wonder
 if
 he has
 a
 problem

 Piss
 paintings
 blow ups
 of
 cock
 O God
 how
 they
 shock
 so what
 they
 lack
 tact
 peddle them
 in
 Paris
 as
 abstract

 The factory
 kids
 are
 so smart
 they
 silkscreen
 all
 the art
 Augusto
 the porter
 takes
 esthetics
 higher
 finishing
 prints
 with my
 hair dryer

 The
 receptionist
 writes
 the books
 that
 sell
 so well
 I
 stay
 at home
 with
 Archie
 the pup
 giving
 advice:
 "Just
 make
 it up."

 The CIA
 is
 all
 around
 I
 duck
 behind
 my paintings
 at
 every
 sound
 Bobby was
 shot
 on TV
 the
 next day
 Valerie
 got
 me

 I
 sat on
 the floor
 after
 the hit
 doubled
 over
 in
 a
 laughing fit
 I
 knew
 the Agency
 hired her
 well
 we
 finally
 made
 the Enquirer

 "Really,
 what is
 life
 about?
 You
 get sick
 and
 die
 That's it."

 Bitch
 moan
 life is
 one
 groan
 Filipino
 nurse
 O
 what a
 curse
 it's like
 Edie
 put
 the fix
 on
 you
 the last
 picture
 you saw
 was
 the face
 of
 Min Chou

 Haitian
 junky
 draw
 real
 funky
 what
 a funny
 legacy
 plastic heaven
 acrylic hell
 where
 the spirits
 ever dwell
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