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FIERCE Gallery Exhibit- Chapman University

Reception Thursday May 8th 6-8 pm (Dress FIERCEly!)

Show runs May 6-18th in the Guggenheim Gallery

Featuring a selection of work chosen by the Chapman University Art Department to showcase the Spring Semester 2008

Come and see the following of my works:

"Vanity" (2005), "Death of a Jellyfish" (2008), "Starry White" (2008), and "Twister" (2007)




Just Like A Woman
Bob D.

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

-Lyrics by Bob Dylan

1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

2. A robot must obey orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

- Isaac Asimov

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Wreck of Cards

In a piercing moment
the daughter's crown ripped the womb
her mother cried bravely
this child shall grow in a glass tomb.

Upon infant's first wake
the decision was made
to be reared in her madame's garden.
where each day she marched atop a rake
and each night her heart was weighed.

The morning that the child chose to wear
a gown of a grown woman
mother stood still in a corset strung with pride
gave the girl a paintbrush to bear
dubbed her new attire, a dress of lies.

"The roses in this place must gleam."
Scarlet as the wine
in the Queen's bloodstream.
"If it is not as I decree
until the day you are dead
I will have your pretty head."

The girl complied with suffering, strength
and mangled each rose red
cut her dainty fingers on the thorns.
All the while
She ate the petals, pink and yellow
filling up on sadness and scorn.

Mild husband advised the Queen
"Your daughter is worn thin,
must she paint the garden,
to be blown north by the wind?"

Queen of all the hearts
your daughter has a poker face
underneath her coffin chin
peach roses tied with lace.

Swelling rage entwines maternal bosom
"My Child Cannot Be Dead!
Deceit behind those clouded eyes,
She must paint the flowers Red!"

Off with her head,
off with her head.