Listen my children and you shall hear,
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
With a world-class city without no jive,
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous betrayal and fear.
He said to his friend, “If the CEOs march
By land or sea with their 2.0 tonight,
Hang a torch aloft in the belfry arch
Of the Widett tower as a signal light-
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the transparent shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
The Olympics are coming! The Olympics are coming!”
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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before the Olympics, when all through the house
Not a voter was stirring, not even a louse;
The medals were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Olympics soon would be there;
The homeless were nestled all snug in their shreds,
While visions of glory danced in their heads;
And mamma in her moo moo, belting a rap,
Could not settle down without a night cap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see fatcats untattered.
Away to the window, hoping for cash,
Tore down the plastic, I looked for the stash.
The moon on the breast of men in the know,
Gave a lustful promise to the riff-raff below.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a gigantic sleigh and eight whiny Bain-deer.
With a little manic fever so lively and schtick,
I knew in a moment, that dude’s not a chick.
More rapid than eagles his backers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Davey! Now Connor! Pugliuca and Fish! On Robey! Lucchino!
On Walsh and Patrick!
To the top of the Hill! To the top of the haul!
Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!”
His eyes—how they twinkled! With Putnam Investments,
His cheeks were like roses – Parthenon testaments!
His Fidelity pout was drawn up like a bow,
While the Celtics and Patriots put on a show!
MassMutual’s pipeline he held tight in his teeth,
And EMC smoke encircled above like a wreath;
He had a Staples’ face and Bank America belly,
That shook when he laughed, like State Street jelly.
He was chubby and Mutual, a Liberty old elf,
And I dared not laugh in spite of myself.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, shooting a pistol.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Olympics to all, and to all a good plight!”
The Provincetown Art Association & Museum (PAAM) will present Jay Critchley, Incorporated: the first-ever museum survey of Provincetown artist Jay Critchley’s work, spanning more than 30 years. We hope you’ll join us for a free reception celebrating the opening of this exhibition and the Members’ 12×12 Exhibition and Silent Auction on Friday, May 8 at 7pm. #CritchleyInc
Critchley’s notoriety is fueled internationally by the alternative and mainstream media with one compelling, visionary proposal and idea after another, relentlessly tackling the big issues of our time, always with a baffling sense of humor, seriousness and timing: from global pathogens to plastics and the car culture, from climate change to corporate domination. What is the American Dream? He asks.
Since his election in 2011, Governor Scott has ordered the Department of Environmental Protection, DEP, to refrain from using the terms “climate change” and “global warming.” He says he’s not convinced humans cause climate change. Artist Jay Critchley would like to help the governor out by proposing he use the term, “Mobil Warming.”
“I can appreciate his position but it leaves the public confused. ‘Mobil Warming’ will allow Governor Scott to boldly state his policy towards ExxonMobile, BP, Royal Dutch Shell, and other multi-nationals so cozy with the Republican Party,” states the Provincetown, Massachusetts-based artist. The federal government has proposed opening up the south Atlantic coast to oil and gas drilling. Continue reading →
WASHINGTON, DC. Like a sandstorm paralyzing the city, lawmakers have put a pall over US Congress – and a blanket of sand – and smothered the spirit of Christmas itself.
To mark this occasion, artist Jay Critchley, President of the IRS (International Re-Rooters Society), has sent a postcard of holiday greetings to all US Congressional Representatives and US Senators with an image of the Congressional Building encrusted in sand, with a sand–enshrouded Sand-a Claus looming over the lopsided chambers. “Yes Virginia, there is a Sand-a Claus”? it reads. **
“We’ve squeezed the last bit of joy from the American people – no pain, no gain,” quipped a Congressmen with a satisfied grin – off the record – as he rushed to catch the corporate jet flying him home for the holidays.
A permanent installation, Fish ‘n’ Chips, was installed at the Provincetown Community Center in the early 1980s after a fire renovation. It’s created from fish skins, naturally colored sand and Motorola computer chips (made from silicone/sand). The building is being repurposed so it’s been removed for its next journey. Thanks to the Town Art Commission, Jim Bakker, Acting Town Manager David Gardner, Ginny Binder Associates, Kyle and Nate.