Celebrate Mediocrity

3/27/2025 DAO & DOC & RED

Doc Con’s REFRIGERATOR ART

A photographer we admire — Andy Adams — posted a challenge on his Substack Chat — Post your red photos

Like millions of other mediocre smartphone empowered photographers — we went to google photos — searched for red and created collages — we are not saying there were millions of others doing the same — rather the process of an excellent photographer would (probably) rely on more than POV

Our question for you today — if you choose to answer it — where is the dividing line between art and accidental attention — the line between mediocre and excellent?

MEANWHILE — AS A PUBLIC SERVICE — WE’VE COMPOSED A CURSE/BLESSING FOR USE ON THE INFESTATION OF SCAMMERS/PIG BUTCHERS/PHISHERS & CAT FISHERS — USE LIBERALLY ON RESISTANT COLONIES:

CURSE TO RID YOURSELF OF PESKY TELECAPITALISTS
Con/Jur/d, 3/27/2025

If any uninfected human finds you
    we'll pry those suckers, 
                   that brittle mandible
from the corpse you 
call your life

Walk you out the door
down the street, your proboscis 
your tubular mouthparts, 

making a sucking sound
a partial slobbery honking
forlorn

seeking the metal tang
of fresh blood, the
cinnamon scented skin
of uncorrupted flesh
to cover the stench 
of your putrescence 
the fetid rot where
once your heart BEAT
strong, vibrant

past the cardboard houses
the weakly glowing pipes
the rolling glass bells
of empty bottles, on the sharp
cracking promise of concrete
out to the seashore, the clawing
consuming edge of The City
smelling of salt, hydrocarbons
the damp cloying of sunken ships

where the bottom feeders slurp/slurping
at the oily remains of your dreams
adhered to the underside of deep/deep
in the great pressurized

SILENCE

flopping
    we drag you onto  long/long
pier whose end is the STORM
you've feared all your life, and
trapped between your selfish
greeded aspirations, the storm
and our unwavering quiet

We haul you around
       make you look up,  at a break
in the gray, the memory of a sunny day

and gripping
your eye stocks, force you
to look at the shiny star, dim
weighted by a spiraled motion full 

radiance - RADIANCE - radiance

, “This could have been 
yours,” we say, “all of it and
yet, you are squandering
your one precious life 

As long as you have breath
you can return to us, be part
of, rather than parasitic to
the human species -- YOU 
can return to the SILENCE
to the LOVE -- WE KNOW

THIS

feels like you’re dying, having
confused self with selfishness
institutionalized into someone 
else’s dream of cogs, of wrathful
gods, of cruel evolution, rather 
than coherent communities, 
                                      (nestled)

all the way up and 
                                all the way down

STOP with the PUNCH, accept (EMBRACE)

and we open our arms

AND WAIT.

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 3/27/2025