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| Blues for Erik Parker by Charlie Finch |
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What's in a name? I wish I knew the difference Between your name and you -- A 32-year-old guy named Erik Delivers up his Panegyric. Stuffed Intestinally, His Monikers Quickly drive the viewer Bonkers! Stuffs you 'til you get the gout Then like a Buddhist Vomit it out, Only to fill you up again With signifying anti-Zen Indulgences and chants And ferrets stuffed in Erik's pants. How many people do you know Whose names are featured in the show? Personally? By reputation? Some names are known across the nation, Some not even by me and you (I'm in there, maybe you are too!) Take equal parts Ray Johnson, Jess, Philip Guston, Eva Hesse, Fillmore posters, Peter Saul, Erik Parker blends them all Into a hip-hop hieroglyphic. He's young and colorful, Quite prolific -- The show at Koenig's all sold out, But everyone can still hold out Hope that Erik will pick your name, Bestow a particle of fame -- Now he's there, now he's gone, His finger writes And we move on. Erik Parker, Oct. 28-Dec. 2, 200, at Leo Koenig, 359 Broadway, New York, N.Y. 10013
CHARLIE FINCH is co-author of Most Art Sucks: Five Years of Coagula (Smart Art Press). |
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