Showing posts with label steaming muslims. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steaming muslims. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Sensual Spam - 2012

I love how computers write to me.

It's so personal.

"You can get what you want. But who will do all the house work? I love you! No wonder people say that computers are taking over the world. None of your business! I hope we can see each other again some time. I think so. Many young girls dream of being a fashion model. How are you recently? The enormous increase of population will create many problems."

painting by tristam quartremere of the steaming muslims of paris

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Le Livre de Philippe Waty

The Steamin' Musselmen or les Muselmans Fumant were an artistic troupe de force in Paris through the 1980s and 1990s. Philippe Waty co-founded the group and his vibrant iconography adorned the walls of the abandoned city quarters. Philippe painted with the spirit of Chester Hines's Black America matched by his collaborators; Fabrice Langlade, Tristam de Quatremere, Franky Boy, César Maure and Dominique Gangloph.

Sadly Philippe passed into the Here-Before in September of 2012.

He was a friend.

Tristam has organized a book of Waty's work.

On December 3rd at le Favel de Chic, 18 Rue du Faubourg du Temple there will be a soiree to celebrate his life and art.

If I can get there, I will be there.

Le Etoile De Waty.

Friday, November 16, 2012

My Boy Tristam

Tomorrow night at L'espace 11 111 Rue Stalingrad The good, the bad, the wicked. My boy Tristam. Nothing better.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Malpracticed English

>Most writers pride themselves in the mastery of their written language. Words strung together to create a world accessible to the reader. The nuns of Our Lady of the Foothills taught their students the proper spelling, hyphenation, capitalization, word breaks, emphasis, and punctuation with the aid of a yardstick. Mistakes in orthography were punished as ruthlessly as the Inquisition seeking out heretics, however the sisters didn't recognize the shift in the language for the children of the 60s.

Isn't became ain't. What was replaced by huh. Fuck could be used as a noun, adjective, verb, and adverb. No one has ever replaced 'and or but' with fuck, although George Carlin came close.

Marsha, the woman across the aisle from our store in the diamond exchange, constantly bemoans the lack of couth in the spoken language of New Yorkers.

"Animals."

She is right and I avoid the lexicon of bad words in my writing. It's one thing to be vulgar and another to know when to be vulgar, however a greater problem has arose in my writing style, for a French painter, Tristam Dequatremare, commented on my story about choosing the young Jacques Negrit for the door of the Bains-Douches in 1982.

"SOUVENIRS /SOUVENIRS! PETE, send me your texts when there's some french in it before editing , your orthography is awful."

I had to look up 'orthography'. I agree with Tristam. My writing is an abyss of malpracticed English, but I love moidering da Queen's language.

Apres tout je suis americain.

By the way.

Tristam's paintings.

Adorable.