DAY 3 - 7/15/20 - Kostabi

Kostabi

have you ever heard of
the artist
Kostabi?
Neither had I
before I made a stop
at his gallery, in New York City
I walked in with some friends
that I was with
we were visiting
we were all part of an artful kind of group
I’m still friends with those friends
in that group
when we walked inside
the gallery
we were handed cappuccinos
and books that were big as me
big and red
with gold lettering
i didn’t know
who the artist was, and
I still don’t know now

ain’t it sometimes
how it feels?
I think sometimes might need to heal
our over-inflated red and gold, ego
but maybe all we need
is to sit down and read
a big book full of past
memories

I still have the book
i put it in my bag
on the plane ride home
and sometimes take a look
open pages and wander
through them
it’s not my kind of thing
kind of weird
humanoid bowling pin beings
I’m sure there’s a reason but
it’s a weird aesthetic
like music you hear
that one time
and now it brings back
feelings, and images, emotional connection
tied to a time and place
even if the actual thing
you hear
ain’t even that pleasant
(whistling)

A quick photo I snapped on the actual trip to NYC I write about in ‘Kostabi’. We were on a mission to eat ‘the best pizza in NYC’ which was apparently not in Manhattan but across the river.