Honor Guard on Poppy Day: Barefoot Naked with My Manhood’s Ghosts
Poems: “Cry Uncle”; “Mapping Uncledaddy”
Performance and installation with found image collage, pen and ink drawing with body hair, Indian war bonnet, old man’s clothes, bourbon bottle, Lucky Strike cigarette pack, cardboard, rubber overshoes, army boots, toenails on photograph, dirt, red plaid bathrobe, dildo, dirt digging tools, shovel, and many VFW paper poppies
2003
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"Cry Uncle"
"Mapping Uncledaddy"
Performance, guard
Performance, headdress
Performance, bag head
Performance, on knees
Performance, with robe
Inspired by
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row.
To you from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold IT high.
John McCrae, 1915
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away…
An old British Army song, ca. 1915
Cited by General Douglas MacArthur, April 19, 1951
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