Porcelain...
In Video class we were given the assignment to make a poem in the style of Dadaism. Dadaism was a movement of chaotic nothingness that I find fairly boring, but I could still do the chaotic thing. I made the poem, bought a HUB Muffin from the College cafeteria and got to work. This is the outcome.
Slam dancing in a field
I enlisted the assistance of Vaughn Royko for filming, slam dancing and pretending to shoot porcelain toilet's with a tripod. Random? You bet.
The song is about HUB Muffins from the Medicine Hat College cafeteria and the ensuing I.B.S. that comes from eating them. In those times of need, a toilet, or porcelain, is your best friend. How Dada...
Lyrics...
Going into space never made sense to me.
It makes your senses go hazy.
Well that's not true for me I eat fiber
and then I have a disregard of concern.
That's right I disregard concern.
I've got a stomach full of hubs in my head.
Eating them only brings me dread.
IBS and apathy
terrorizing me like a banshee.
I've got a friend, Porcelain.
Porcelain supports me on it's head.
Waits for me as if I were dead.
Flushing only brings me peace.
It goes away like flying geese.
Porcelain.