keep drawing from studio shelter on Vimeo.
That’s as good a New Years resolution that I’ve ever heard.
December 31st, 2011
Danny F. Santos
keep drawing from studio shelter on Vimeo.
That’s as good a New Years resolution that I’ve ever heard.
December 24th, 2011
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December 17th, 2011
Danny F. Santos
ROSA from Jesús Orellana on Vimeo.
Alright, so this one isn’t cloy and bubbly and happy, but god damn is it awesome!
December 10th, 2011
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December 5th, 2011
Danny F. Santos
December 3rd, 2011
Danny F. Santos
December 1st, 2011
Danny F. Santos So I do spoken word now. Here’s a video of me doing a performance for all you cool cats. Words located below:
Dear television
How have you been?
I know it’s been a while
My fault, I was gone with the windNo not the movie
I was trying to be poetic
You know, like written in a book
Aw look, just forget itI wanted to sit you down
And clearly state my case
To explain all my actions
Your screen to my faceI’m tired of looking at you
Bleary and slack-jawed
No I don’t want to watch Hoarders
I’d rather my arm was sawed offAnd now I’m trying to speak
With our friendship at stake
But yet you choose this moment
To go to a commercial breakLook would you just stop and listen
I’m trying to say this right
Oh look a mute button
Finally, peace and quiet tonightSee, this is why we don’t hang
This is why we broke up
You never seem to listen
And won’t shut the fuck up
December 1st, 2011
Danny F. Santos
December 1st, 2011
Danny So I performed a piece of poetry at an open mic earlier today. Here it is!
Words fall from my lips
Like snow on a mountainside
Soaked in the honey
From a jar held by a foolWho am I to question
The wisdom of elders long past
Blind and faithful
I’m made from such soft clayA sip of tea from their cup
Sweetened with that diluted honey
And when I kiss these words
It is with a silver tongue, I taste“A fool doth think” the elders say
As the snow falls faster still
The mountain covered fully now
In the talcum from the skyThe wise man knows he is a fool
They continue with words long ago writ
I picture a queen’s court
But unsure who the jester isAnd so words fall from my lips
Like snow on a mountainside
As written by fools
Spoken by the foolish
Yet at least honestly told