Art Heap: Point and Shoot

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There’s Just no Privacy Anymore by Michael Hartford

http://society6.com/MichaelHarford/Theres-Just-No-Privacy-Anymore_Print

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Surveillance by Tyler Hewitt

http://society6.com/TylerHewitt/surveillance-tn4_Print

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Exposed Film on Fire by Rebecca Roe

http://society6.com/rebeccaroe/exposed-film-on-fire_Print

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American Gun by Jesse Drexler

http://society6.com/jessedraxler/American-Gun_Print

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Circle Heads 2 by Steven Quinn

http://society6.com/terra3/Circle-Heads-2_Print

Not Stand-up Comedy: Louis C.K.’s “Hello There”

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“Hello There” starring Ron Lynch, is The first in a series of surrealist shorts C.K. made for Howie Mandel’s Showtime sketch comedy show. I saw it when I was a friendless  junior high school student and  had no idea where it came from, or how I might ever find it again, but I loved it. And I never forgot it.

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14 years later, following a 4-day netflix marathon of Louie,  I embarked on a brief but ravenous search for all things Louis C.K.  and there it was.  To this day, it  is my favorite of all his short films.

-Angie

At 1:12, you can catch a young Louis walking by in a sweater and a pair of sunglasses. ENJOY!

“Hello There”

A Short Film by Louis C.K.

(Taken from Splitsider)

Pleasantly Objectified

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 You see

her apricot shoulders

dressed with auburn wisps

that —drift—- drift

like feathers into the clouds above.

Hovering over your

hungry stares,

 delighted,

she parts her plum, puckered lips

to free a stirring sigh

that breaks your body

and blurs your mind.

She

is the most heavenly dessert

you will never

taste.

“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Alicia Ortiz

http://society6.com/aliciaortiz/Understands_Print

The Grim

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A necrotized

claw has sprouted from the

neck of my favorite lace gown.

At first, it was a pool

of strawberry syrup

as bright and red

as a freshly skinned knee–

And then,

under the hanging tangerine fog of a Sunday afternoon,

it melted upward

into a

nagging,

sickled flower

of bloodless quiet

anticipating its reflection

in me.

“The Grim” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce