ANDY WARHOL IS NOT YOUR FRIEND

I have never got to grips with thinking
about the ethics of reproduction,
especially now we're online and can
press the button to make a copy,
download the digital file and play.

Andy Warhol is not your friend. I repeat,
Andy Warhol is not your friend. He knows
too many people, has too many friends.
He will put you to work in a factory
and secretly film you asleep.

I have never got to grips with thinking
about who gets the credit and why.
Take anywhere and freeze it in time,
make numbered copies and sign
these peculiar versions of life.

Andy Warhol is not your friend. He repeats
himself at your expense, owns too many wigs.
You're not on the guest list, don't have
a credit although it was all your idea.
Put it down to survival skills.

 "A smooth expanse of flawless beauty."

     Rupert M Loydell 2009




ANDY WARHOL COULD BE YOUR COUSIN

He repeats the image the same but not quite

again and again and again

not at my expense or yours

but he sure took those assistants for a ride

when they could have taken some credit.

Andy Warhol could be your cousin

if only you got the nightshift

to press the factory buttons. Be part

of one big, happy extended family

of Andy's paint-crazed little helpers.

Don Judd might have been a relation too

except he bluntly said after an opening

that the best thing about Andy's silk-screens

is the panache of his colour

no matter how inaccurate.

Andy Warhol could be your cousin

or even Marilyn's. Every relationship

as artificial as a flavouring:

Cherry Marilyn, Mint Marilyn, Lemon Marilyn

hiding behind the lipstick, eye shadow and blonde rinse.

"Only what can be seen is there."

     Peter Gillies 2009