Pop

 

Pop 120 x 120 cm/47.24 x 47.24 in - mixed media on canvas

SOME STRANGE PEOPLE AND EVENTS

                         

He’s obviously a troubled man—

MAGA trucker’s cap

perched on his combover—and is

screaming at a guy behind the counter:

“bullshit it never takes fifteen minutes for takeout enchiladas

more like five…ten max,” and that Juan or Ruiz  

can shove his “fifteen minutes, you frigging wet back.” He doesn’t so much

storm out as take off in a huff. A hefty sample of the “anger”

everybody’s talking about? Or, better, how about bat-shit-

out-of-your-fucking-mind-crazy? How about so nutty

squirrels from all over the world could sup

greedily for hours at the banquet of his lunacy?

Glad he didn’t whip-out his Glock.

                          

In Marrakesh we got stuck in the midst of

a human traffic jam: an alleyway straight out of antiquity—even

a couple of donkey-drawn carts thrown into the mix—moving

an inch at a time, all of us serene and mannerly,

spreading contentment outward, a way of

being that can only be called utopian. Not quite as momentous

as fighting over scraps at the breakfast buffet. Or a life-germinating

exchange of bodily fluids at sun set. And not strange, really, just surprising.