Cirque du Soleil

Donald from Cameroon, Africa works and speaks 3 different languages
at the Cirque Du Soleil
my own trapeze asks me where I am going and where have I been...

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Georgia O'Keeffe once asked What have I done with where I have been? xtimes, bin Ladin’s death what are the affects: a boost in our morale inspired by taking the initiative, Kilroy wrote on that door: He was here! -minus living in a house down the road, toward that We went hunting and thinking about everyday we pushed on. +plus our sons and daughters know that that was behind it; our laws while there. /divided by a welcome door still clicking on the line in the sand its helicopters mark when leaving if failing here to ground, our new citizens. =equals, the new universal keep what is yours keep what takes such human rights to initiate as Sparta’s accountance. Of a city force usher the conflict to those children All that we do has consequence, good or not. Somewhere it is balanced.

my recorded daily work events from Cirque du Soleil OVO show in Minneapolis, MN, USA http://www.last.fm/label/andredeus?ac=andredeus

On the Peace Pipe photo with poem for Osama Esid at photostream

On the Peace Pipe
a poem for Osama Esid
by Andre Deus




Whose is she, someone stands on the corner, of me
influencing the planets with her sign
did she take leave for the holiday?

painting to me... take care sweet heart
deliver jeru salem here, inside me hurt
and every vain holy name plenty -
plant the sign incant and hope in
the ground to rise again.

poem quotes are soon delivered on trains
owned over by the pullmans, that only
We are or might be watching in the World;
her tragedy is over, as a divine comedy.

some noons in time peirce these pictures
wheels white and soundless
stills to show in goldleaf millixour.


I overthink on me, now, and know little else-
for i am friendless,
without her pipe, now, simply existing;
as heaven, I am not to care for,
regard me the same, my libel on his word,
just asked in my bible.

i'm someone lesser, now, up in the firmament
wandering begger and blindly pulling off
all that I've gathered inside the foxskin cloth.



so long to the frosty night she traveled on the pipe
so far to or from the united states, MA, Baltimore.

carry a tune, Gabriela's caligraphy, inside darned socks
we're all aboard the Northern, with imagined gifts.

her's were quilting as she hushed along the tracks
these last few years dividing our justice from seeds, eternaly.

her beautiful lids met my nostrils as pulsing streams
thar pillows that gather up on the down thrusts.

these we are as theives to old pipers music,
notes inside the body of accordion tunes.

Cairo past and present / and its colors

http://www.fotocommunity.com/pc/pc/mypics/534951/display/2640088.

photo by Osama Esid.

El Ismailaia, Kaser El Nile Cairo Egypt 30° 2' 58.94" N 31° 14' 3.53" E

http://www.panoramio.com/photo/1646805.

photo by http://www.xflow.eu/

Carles Jr is everywhere in Cairo.

http://www.northography.com/authors.php

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TULIPS THAT RISE IN BLOOD

of the flowers youth, Katayoun write in your poems

sands push sidewalls for collecting

the Raad o Bargh

paintbrushes in the hourglass

twisting down

man

in colored sand.

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paintings drawfar into the ocean

the water brownsun held under

born deep now in Minnesota

your new paper. as lovesongs

Miss America could have sung

a New Iran

and their tulips - portraits of youth,

stubborn Fall colors in blood

smiling

inside the year of life you

held inside a palette's knife.

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carving hieroglyphic art

the bronze places you've been dreaming

baby

thrills wrestling

the new freedom. smoothing the hour's glass

carpeting the deep Persian brown hue.

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my friend, Katayoun, she is a river below us,

ploom below the ocean

long thin white pools

will crest the shores tomorrow.

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http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=194#3451

Where's Osama?

This current work is on display at the Second Annual Black and White Show/ Artwork

featuring creative use of only black & white.

Maple Grove Arts Center 7916 Main StreetMaple Grove, MN 55369 www.maplegroveartscenter.org August 9 - September 24, 2010

Opening Reception - Friday August 12, 7:00-9:00pm

Open Gallery: Mondays & Thursdays 7-9pm

The art work is a portrait of another artist working in Minneapolis - the "Monday Market" photograph of Osama Esid's work typifies our looming preoccupation with the Middle East and the Orient - it also creatively uses only black & white to identify the socio-political ideas about which it masks. "Where's Osama" is a colossal reinforcement of a statement on the scale where a title can allude to a different context. Asking where Osama Esid "is" is as much being part of our West's projection upon a particular jihadist Muslim man, as the thing it questions in our community that could identify him as belonging to a similar type.

I collaged a photocopy of Esid's "Monday Market," (skyline of Cairo, Egypt) whose original was currently on exhibit at Franklin Arts, last month, in Minneapolis. Osama is also a member of www.mnartists.org and a studio artist in the Castket Arts Building of NE, Minneapolis.

Raad o Bargh

Red, your flowers are upon the paved stones at the Antler's hotel and the four winds glow. Everyone asking what do you do? Isn’t it a beautiful day that begins:

When we are to drink When all the green is broke When there is no more money nor job nor rhyme, and yet, everything will be fine.

The rich and mighty can always be a little patient made of magnifiance, hearth fires and holocausts where women can go to hell and return. Our's is to be an inconvenience it is to be anything, like love.

So we chase these steps just across the lawn and into the birch grove as some day over the rainbow we are to be both mighty and fallen. Never have I been so full of love before with you my queen my ancient goddess.

http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=184#3302

Osama Esid at Art-a-whirl

From the bottom of the casket arts building,
you gave me the ghost you are angry with
I will see if it follows the expressionist form:

Does it look for the closed art scene to follow?

Believe in what comes out of one’s conscience
these are the daily disturbances of life
that manifest themselves directly in art,

and we honor these political prisoners.

http://www.osamaesid.com/