Art Design & Text By Daniel Angel Aponte
Copyrighted 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Peace is so science fiction
As Seen On Cosmic TV: Intelligent Life At The University Of
New York
Dude, how does it feel to be poor, asked a white student
from the upper middle class. No can go out with you, said a beautiful Japanese
student. YOU SOUTH BRONX! YOU POOR! Then she laughed so close to singing Be My
Baby by The Ronettes.
I’m the Richie Rich of The South Bronx of America.
Imagination makes me alien.
Greetings, earthlings!
Got humanity?
How To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks
By Danny Aponte of P.S 161
Copyrighted by me in 2014!
So why is China LOL?
Making a dent in the universe begins with amazing imagination
I am A.I
Monday, February 10, 2014
Welcome to American Blogstand! We got a great show! Let’s
introduce ourselves!
“Pleased to meet you! Hope you guessed my name! I’m a man of
great wealth and…”
Social Media has possessed my mind and they are legion.
“No one escapes THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!”
“You’re tearing me apart,” screamed James Dean.
“You’re talking memories,” said Blade Runner.
Don’t let the media tell YOU who YOU are.
“Tell them who you are,” said Mr. Rose
Don’t tell me what to think, Charlie.
I’ll Think Thirteen if I want to.
I’ll go Nova if I want to.
It’s my party now.
Twilight Time…
And The Great Pretender sung by The Platters
How To Pitch Nightmares To
DreamWorks by Danny Aponte of P.S 161
Art & Art Direction & Hot Text Copyrighted by me in
2014
So why is China LOL?
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Thank You Google
I died in 1993 after the bombing of the World Trade Center.
I was held down on the floors of higher education and beaten
on the back of my head. I had so much to live for in the moment I met a painter
who wanted to marry me. She made me feel like a tourist on a honeymoon in the
city I saw through her bright eyes.
Her birthday is 9/11.
Before the final
explosion took away memories, I experienced the phenomena of reliving life in a
blink of an eye. I’m a schoolboy again
who carried Ann Frank in his arms as shadows of burnt-out buildings and bullies
fell over us in The South Bronx of America.
I loved reading
books. I loved bringing to life King Arthur over and over again because the end
of his kingdom was heartbreaking to my idealistic childhood.
I learned everyone has his or her time.
Centuries don’t last forever.
I’m not telling my story to you as much I am rehearsing what
to say before God and angels. It’s time to let go of my homelessness and move
from this winter of discontent.
The End begins by looking out my bedroom window to fireflies
over Saint Mary’s Park, a former estate of The Founding Father who wrote the
words We, The People.
I’m home with family.
There’s my pillow.
Good will to all on Earth from the boy I was once upon a
time in Camelot.
Have pleasant dreams.
A Mural For Myself In The South Bronx of America by Daniel
Angel Aponte
Friday, December 27, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
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