Christopher Franzese

Westminster, Rosary, Casady, Bishop McGuinness, La Salle Military Academy, University of Oklahoma

University of Oklahoma, Attended 1992 - 1997, Class of 1997, Bachelor's Degree, BFA / Visual Communications

Design

irons in the fire, money in the mailbox, supercilious super silliness, conversational catastrophes, and uh... apparently alliteration

Grendel, The Lone Ranger & Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Something Wicked This Way Comes, The Fortress of Solitude, The Stranger, The Dewbreaker...

Raising Victor Vargas, City of God, Better Luck Tomorrow, The Princess Bride, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Big Lebowski, Romeo & Juliette, Pulp Fiction, Before the Rain, Wounds, Kirikou, Der Blaue Engle, all the old Film Noir like The Killing, Double Indemnity...

Michael Jackson..., Biggie, Ghostface, Jean Grae, MADVILLAIN, Mobb Deep, Outkast, Rakim, Special Ed, Xecutioners..., Prince..., Chris & Cosey, Mistress Mix, Severed Heads, Vicious Pink, Throbbing Gristle..., Hot Hot Heat, The Chainsaw Kittens, The Flaming Lips, The Starlight Mints, The Yeah Yeah Yeah's..., Some New Wave, No Wave and all those jams on Terry T's Cherry Blossom Clinic

Sagittarius

My favorite poem is Litany by Billy Collins, it goes...

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter, or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I am not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

I want to meet YOU and hopefully that won't answer the
question, "Who do you NOT want to meet?"