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#93 Ted Bruschi - 2015

2015

In the Teddy Bruschi home game shirt which I found thrown out on South Oxford Street a year ago. Freshly laundered. Yesterday with the Patriots down two TDs against the Ravens I broke tradition and phoned a friend, Eric Marciano. This potentially dangerous breach of the superstition code paid off big time and the Patriots won against the Crows.

Poop Pop Art

Last week I found this small painting on South Oxford Street near the fort Greene Observatory. My landlord made a face upon seeing 'Poop' and I said, "I have a plan."

I've always loved the sublime nihilism of Duchamp's toilet seat and Piero Manzoni's 'Shit in a Can', but felt both works were missing 'je ne sues quoi' until I found 'Poop'.

My landlord's seven year-old son thought the painting was great as would any normal seven year-old boy.

Nothing gets to them better than poop jokes.

"Don't tell your mother about the painting."

"I won't," James was a good kid and went back downstairs to his room.

I shut the door, because 'Poop' needed one last touch and that was a little poop to add pop to the piece.

I sat on my porcelain throne and cranked out a dollop of # 2 brown and plucked the 'ile flottant' from the toiler with thongs.

Voila.

Perfection.

Poop Pop.

Sorry Comrades

I've been working hard at making money. These are difficult times. I've actually had to work blue-collar for a living. The Fort Greene Observatory suffers in my absence. But better times are coming somewhere for you and me. Peace and Love Peter Nolan Smith.