[THE DEATH KNELL OF NEW VIENNA CITY:] AND [THE NEW REVOLUTION ABOUT ME:]
November 25, 2004, 01:19

{dawn}
you can ask the double duchess
if she’s playing you for keeps
I know you’ve begun to realize 
that they’re not feeding you
Just the yeast

The red barren’s got no business here
Like painting Hitler in the pouring rain
No pack of poison; got a soft detail
Or prom dressed on this plate of veal 

So Iron cast your copyrights
And set release the doves
The velvet gowns prepare 
tape worms for dessert
and we’ll all fall like sickles 
and we’ll get what we deserve
oh my double duchess, may I have this dance? 

{midday}
We pulled out Before Christ Cried (BCC) and set our snaggled teeth
And rusted dials to the rotting apple 
Mutiny, mutiny, we sail towards New Vienna City
With nothing but our death masks and gypsy silk sickness
vision stunted needles pins, and there is cotton candy in those hills
neon orange, stained white collars
black as Socrates’ campsite insignia. 
Serenity and the red herrings languish vagrantly 
Of an insidious and pallid, lurid testimony
we had a silvered aspiration. like a minefield microphone 
Strike the boilers! Stake the sweeps! Shanghais are all extinct

{sundown}
We laid beside the casket, it’s vapor eyes were looking hazy
It was legs without the spider, a secretaries daughter
Gaze upon the Barren, glaring from the resin
The heirs have been stifled by his corkscrew pathogens
These secret messages can't be shown in 23 countries
keep feeding the steam engine, it overflowed
grotesque leather obtained; bothering through the dreams 
youll find the nervous sunshine valuable
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“I had the hands of a snake, and the charm of a lion tamer
Watch me in the second round, I’m going down
Bite lion a lion, swing like a bee
And in the walls of vermont
Never been to central park
But I guess I’d try it just once
Hang for a velvet touch
Say, the matador at the door, the heat is out and he’s talking sin
He’s knocking, knocking, knocking at the chamber door
And the love was electric
Well she kissed me like and 80 watt widow
And she kissed me like I’d never known it
Crimes against the queen
Gone, gone, gone, because I’m never going back again
I shocked a little hole in the wall of the window 
Or was it the in the hall of the sixty sixty?
I picked the blue hair like a tarantula
Tell that tattle tale, I can’t always spot the lips of a rat
Feel that train coming around the bend?
Shocked me like a soft talk widow”
–Charles Denver

These are The skies of the shark
So I Said to the commissioner
“I need a blank city drone”
Let’s start a new revolution about me
COME ON BOYS, COME ON GIRLS
LET’S START A NEW REVOLUTION ABOUT ME
Come on girls, take off that hyena top and bra
I’ve heard your Latin laughing
I went to Paris, France
Just to hear them start talking
I said the United States’ symbol is bald like an eagle,baby
Can’t you hear me knocking at your chamber door?
Back when I worked for the tape worm, it wasn’t always on the level
Now I’m happily working for the Czech Republic cash
Come on boys, come girls, let’s start a new revolution about me
Don’t you be shy, just break your laws and break your clocks
I’m thinking Control Contrive Contract Constrict
Lover man, grab him by the hand
And slow dance ‘til the end
There is no other way…
Independence Day and the lights were blinking red
It was so fine watching the sky shark devour the angels
We marched right over the graveyard and into the out of bounds
Oh sky shark, won’t you take me home?
I met God’s Canker Sore and he was a gentleman
And we watched by the sky shark to devour the angels
He played the blue note that night while I was just blinking red
I’m the sugar from the boiling sea, down down
and soldier keep em waiting for me…

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{dusk}
THE DEATH KNELL WAS ELECTRIC LOVE
Watch it sink down, won’t you sit down for a minute?
I lung you, chemical rarer ampheramone
Pick up the tape phone, and we watched Paris burn the ground
I seemed to have misplaced, in the first place, my birthplace
He was a gentleman…
Handshake, meet you at the Laundromat
Well, to be honest…we drowned and throw the peach pit on the linoleum
I miss you too, doppelganger
Betrayed, betrayed, we will never be betrayed again
Never been to a doppelganger funeral
I always knew I’d be the boss one day
I called the shot, I called the shot into his abdomen
I never knew I’d be euthenized
Let’s start a new revolution, it’s the only solution…
Don’t you mean the residence over?
Yes I truly do, because I saw Monday with two lives and called to me
And saw Monday with two doppelgangers
I lung you, chemical rarer ampheramone
But there’s even water in cactuses…


{twilight}
“Viva! Viva! Vienna! A report by Eric Brown”
1) The Artiste I wish to speak about on this the 22nd day of novembrah, is a man of unparelled brilliance, a man who now holds the future of artistic integrity in his very hands. 
yet you may not know who he is…
and therein lies the problem.
I have chosen to bring you an up and coming artist, 
one who, in my opinion, will propell our generation from artistic drought and bring glory to art once more.
his name is Alex Vienna.
2) Though he has yet to come into mass recognition, he has already been hailed as the “last new genius”
He is a designer, painter, poet, playwright, film maker, performance artist, musician, hero, villain, con artist, and anti-artist.
“anti-artist” the phrase Vienna himself finds most fitting. 

I know, now you need to know more!
Of course when one delves into Vienna lore, facts and myths seem to conjoin at the hip.
playing on the public’s insatiable lust to know the truth, Vienna made this self portrait in 1998.
It is rumored that Vienna is a close relative of Orson Welles, 
while other sources state that Vienna is actually the rightful heir of Danish royalty. 
what does this anti-artist, boy genius say to such clouds of accusations?
in a1999 interview Vienna simply stated “all the rumors are true”
3) This award winning photograph was taken by Vienna when he was only 12, and after it’s publication in several British journals; confusion and wonderment circulated around the young Vienna.
4) soon after his photographic acclaim, Vienna was commissioned by The Vermooth Curia gallery in Paris, France to complete a 27 part installation. The 14 year old Vienna responded with a 72 piece installation consisting of black and white geometric paintings with titles like “daydreams of a cemetery architect” and this piece simply called “Bohemian Pornography”. French audiences reacted to the young artist with disdain, calling the show a travesty or as one French critic remarked “NOT ONE A PAINTING; ALL OF THEM BEFOULING CORNUCOPIAS MADE BY A CHARLATAN…NOT A PRODIGY” At the shows premier, The young Vienna reacted against his critics by proclaiming, “ART IS DEAD: LONG LIVE TAR”. following this statement he released several vats of tar from the gallery entrance into the city streets; making exiting the gallery nearly impossible. With fines and damages nearing 200 thousand francs, The 14 year old Vienna was in the midst of an international scandal of what he would later call his “art crimes”.
5) Swearing to give up painting, an older and much weathered Vienna started his “atmospheric delusions of grandeur” These pieces would be shown within an interactive setting that combines, 
visuals, orchestrated lighting, and his own musical experiments
(this song playing is a portion entitled “ Opaque Polka for a better tomorrow” )
6) “The Indestructible Libra” 
7) “In the bowels of digitalis”
8) “Convex Portrait at sundown”
9) “Washington crossing the delaware” 
10) “Still-life Minefield Valentine” 
11) “The Duttonville Shakedown”
12) Recently, Mr. Vienna was asked to produce a potential “art-crime” campaign for The New York Coucil for the Arts. It is unknown if anything will come of the plans, but when I visited New York on the school trip, I saw some 8x10 flyers PASTED near Union Square. 
SO as a Vienna fan, I am very much excited to see that his work is finally gaining recognition.
Yet, Perhaps, like many geniuses, we will only be able to understand his importance only after he is gone.
Now, I will leave you with a monologue from his acclaimed off-Broadway play “Hold Me Close”
SLOBS of The world Unite! 
Fortunes of all fortunes is the strength of brothers like myself to fight for you
I call out to the black widows
retired intellectuals, coma patients, housewives
Theives, heroes, moles, missionaries, takers, users, egotists, sinners, lovers 
and the common man under the duchess
My love affair with you all increases with every waking moment
“What of The Duchess?”… YOU SO casually ask one another
How I know of your hardships for and from the Duchess
She is a political carnivore who does away with all oppositions and conflicts
I say, we need a true leader
One who loves the people!…..and when I say this I try to think ever so hard
Who?
The Troubador? Too Vengeful
The Coroner? Too Arogant
The Inspector? Too lustful
Then! Then, I look into the mirror
Yes! It is I who will lead us away from the tyranny of her majesty The Duchess
VIVA VIVA VIENNA
Now, remember my lovers, social strife may thrive on black coffee 
but it takes a leader to ask for milk and sugar…

[END VIENNAGRAM:]