Velvet goldmine?...

Gypsies and the academie have always had a strange relationship. These people simply refuse to write anything down. Fortunately, Germans have always been good at selling themselves on the idea of the transparent artist. Until the 1920's, young poetic Germans were renowned for keeping gypsy journals of observed moments that they'd record and trade with friends. Open any drawer in the academie and you'll find one if you rummage long enough. Every decade or so, its cool for 14-year old members to make mixtapes of these things, intermixed with haiku and futurist theater pieces for their boy and girlfriends. This one from Frownin' Franz.


Hey let me make an entry! Where to start? 3 gypsies and a German [me] on a raft in late-summer 1481.
The gypsies sang:

TEAPOT! Little whistlin' TEAPOT!
Drop our winds drop o winds
to steer us, spirit don't blow our boy down!

He's nice and shiny, we've got to keep him hot
If we keep him going, we're sure to have fun
all day at the tea-pot
our eyes will turn watery.

Angles made by the pale hand of angels
sun is shining on your tail
t-e-a-POT hooray (this line repeated x10).

he's worth a pretty penny
oh don't you agree
a fancy ties a tying for he with tea-p-o-t.

i don't understand it, how is it that the
teapot is always a resting in your lap?
Can't you quit, loving yourself like that,
with the tea pot, you begin speaking gibberish.

wheres the pause to reflect, in the water's wake
the time to take in our taking's wait
oh remember when i bought you for a chicken's egg
and the chicken, my teapot, its never been easy

I spent a steady evening
tooling-in your fancy lines,
working with the awl and leather,
so that as you worked you'd shine

My teapot night is coming
but you like it where it's hot
teapot lets stay together
you'll have my lap for yours...

[I began to dance.]