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Amy Alton Bautz, clown

@b3nd3r

GenX Bear-in-the-Woods, habitat Eastern Missouri Teaching, making art, playing cards, social dancing, clowning as the opportunities arise For a pro-worker work ethic Art:

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Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· 9d

An advice animals meme from Reddit with a male Mallard duck. The text at the top reads: Groups of people are influenced by emotions not reason. You can deprogram Trump's cult by frequently saying, "Trump is a threat to our safety." The bottom text reads, "When they ask, "How?" don't give reasons. Reasons can be debated. Stick with emotions. "People keep saying it and I'm getting this ominous feeling that it must be true."

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· 15d

Stop Making Sense

A promotional photo of the lineup for Stop Making Sense
Distributed by Sire Records

The Talking Heads line-up for the concert film 'Stop Making Sense' (L-R Steve Scales, Bernie Worrell, Jerry Harrison, Ednah Holt, David Byrne, Lynn Mabry, Tina Wemouth, Chris Frantz and Alex Weir) pose for a portrait in 1984.

Public domain

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Jul 10

Southside of St. Louis this evening

The sun sets behind two shotgun houses

A woman feet are near where someone has written "BIZNIS" on the sidewalk

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Jun 4

International style building at a Lutheran seminary at dusk in Missouri

International style building slung along the horizon of a Missouri dusk

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· May 11

THE SMOKE TREES ARE IN BLOOM

A smoke tree with frothy blossoms on a sunny day

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· May 10

Mother Earth

BY YOKO ONO

The sky is high
We shit on earth
We look up the sky
The earth gives birth
To our future

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· May 4

Midwest sunset

Sunset over a Midwestern shopping center

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· May 3

Little Richard photographed by Stephanie Chernikowski in 1975

Little Richard photographed by Stephanie Chernikowski in 1975, his hair in an exuberant pompadour, his beautiful face graced with a slim moustache.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· May 1

Whatever the order of beings, the clown was roped off from our gods and our families.

SANDRA MCPHERSON

THE CLOWN

For Arthur Hamilton Smith

There, between yellow fingernails, was the first skull becoming human. And the angels, who could use gold paint, were also pedigreed in their time. Whatever the order of beings, the clown was roped off from our gods and our families.

Barren, a visitor of removable brains, there under his blindingly pale face (geisha layers and yet nothing is womanly about this Bubba) shines a self to match, a blue and burning spotlight determined to reach our gods

and our families. Sixty children are holding their breath. He is as excited as fleas. He falls with a bounce, a fish in his pocket clangs, and he's somehow still dapper, the skinning absorbed by gloves, and the laughter directed at every kenspeckle part of him

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Apr 22

Torch Song

BY LUCY TUNSTALL

Anoint your dead
poems.

Put them in a little boat called
She Who Must Be Obeyed —
our little joke.

Invite the Molotovs for cocktails on deck.
Tell them to wear all their gold.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Apr 19

How to Write a Poem in a Time of War

BY JOY HARJO

You can’t begin just anywhere. It’s a wreck.

Shrapnel and the eye

Of a house, a row of houses. There’s a rat scrambling

From light with fleshy trash in its mouth. A baby strapped to its mother’s back

Cut loose. Soldiers crawl the city,

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Apr 16

I don't think the image would be a good tattoo but the words

The trolley problem meme but some of the people are holding back the trolley while others are untying people from the tracks

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Apr 4

The Visitor

BY IDRA NOVEY

Does no dishes, dribbles sauce
across the floor. Is more dragon
than spaniel, more flammable
than fluid. Is the loosening
in the knit of me, the mixed-fruit
marmalade in the kitchen of me.
Wakes my disco and inner hibiscus,
the Hector in the ever-mess of my Troy.
All wet mattress to my analysis,
he’s stayed the loudest and longest
of any houseguest, is calling now
as I write this, tiny B who brings the joy.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 23

A comic style image in the style if Futurama showing kibble in a dog bowl with the words, "New! Bachelor Chow now with flavor!"

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 22

Defiant, hopeful horse of Diocletian

Statue of a horse head at the Baths of Diocletian in Rome, Italy. The horse has an inspiring expression with ears erect, eyes forward, and mouth open as if in a shout

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 21

sweet, beautiful Walter Benjamin on #Caturday

A cat stretches out on a sofa, head turned to the camera

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 13

Shanidar, Now Iraq

BY SARAH LINDSAY

When bones and flesh have finished their business together,
we lay them carefully, in positions they’re willing to keep,
and cover them over.
Their eyes and ours won’t meet anymore. We hope.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 12

In a screenshot from Futurama, the Robot Devil has his arm around Bender. The text below includes the words, "I forgot you can tempt me with things I want."

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 12

blessing the boats

BY LUCILLE CLIFTON

(at St. Mary's)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 11

Rejoice in the Abyss

BY STEPHEN SPENDER

The great pulsation passed. Glass lay around me
Resurrected from the end. I walked
Along streets of slate-jabbering houses,

Against an acrid cloud of dust, I saw
The houses kneel, revealed each in its abject
Prayer, my prayer as well: 'Oh God,
Spare me the lot that is my neighbour's.'

Then, in the upper sky, indifferent to our
Sulphurous nether hell, I saw
The dead of the bombed graveyard, a calm tide
Under the foam of stars above the town.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 10

DAN BEACH-QUICK

SONNET

Must I anger and must my anger pearl, My anger pearl, must I pearl, must I polish Madness daily, rub nacre into a world Perfect, round, what in my hand should finish

As wound deepened by wound? Not jewel, not gem, Not beauty, not gem. I am this anger. Must each note aria I mean as requiem, I mean requiem, mean dirge, must one finger

Bear the weight of every word, set in gold, Hand held so the pearl catches the angle Of light, and glowing, says, "I am betrothed." Betrothed? I am small terror wed to wild

Rhyme. We must climb inside the world to live. A sand-grain in the mind tells us to survive.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 7

In the City of Eve

BY MAJDA GAMA

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As a girl I followed my father to our rooftop,
up the narrow stairs, close to his white hem & dark slippers.
The iron steps rang with the striking of our feet.
He carried a telescope, the sky was clear, the moon
in eclipse. The shadow did not bloody
the surface, it smoked across the lunar terrain.
We often stood on the rooftop when the house
was newly built, saw dogs running in the distance
across the packed sand. I asked if they’d be safe;
he said they would look after each other. In

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 7

It's not a happy Caturday but it's a Caturday nonetheless

A beautiful cat faces the camera, a paw outstretched

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 6

A Pastoral

BY AGHA SHAHID ALI

on the wall the dense ivy of executions
—ZBIGNIEW HERBERT

We shall meet again, in Srinagar,
by the gates of the Villa of Peace,
our hands blossoming into fists
till the soldiers return the keys
and disappear. Again we’ll enter
our last world, the first that vanished

in our absence from the broken city.
We’ll tear our shirts for tourniquets
and bind the open thorns, warm the ivy
into roses. Quick, by the pomegranate—
the bird will say—Humankind can bear
everything. No need to stop the ear

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 5

A Boat

O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.
— Richard Brautigan

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Mar 4

Woe Are You?

BY DON MEE CHOI

It was hardly war, the hardliest of wars. Hardly, hardly. It occurred to me that this
particular war was hardly war because of kids, more kids, those poor kids. The kids
were hungry until we GIs fed them. We dusted them with DDT. Hardly done. Reha-
bilitation of Korea, that is. It needs chemical fertilizer from the States, power to build
things like a country. In the end it was the hardliest of wars made up of bubble gum,
which GIs had to show those kids how to chew. In no circumstance whatever can
man be comfortable without art. They don’t want everlasting charity, and we are not
giving it to them. We are just lending them a hand until they can stand on their own

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Feb 15

A human head effigy pot from the Mississippian culture, on display at the Hampson Museum State Park in Wilson.

A photo of a human head effigy pot, it has stylized features, distinct ears, and scratching on the face that suggests scarification or tattoos.

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Feb 15

Mississippians flourished on the North American continent from circa 800 to 1600 CE. They built large, earthen platform mounds in a series of urban settlements and satellite villages linked together by loose trading networks. The largest city was Cahokia, located in present-day southern Illinois.

Cahokia Mounds, Illinois

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Feb 14

A cartoon type sketch of Emma Goldman in the foreground with her superhero alter ego Mother Earth behind her

Amy Alton Bautz, clown@b3nd3r· Feb 14

It's also Caturday. Please meet Walter Benjamin.

A beautiful cat stretches out on a table top.

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