Ozymandias’ Eyes

by
Percy Bysshe Shelley

      in the                    on the
   f sunk, a s                lies, whose
  d wrinkle  lip,           of cold co  and,
Tell that     sculp       l those pas    s re
  ich yet    vive,           these li   ess
    hand that mo               he heart th
       the pe                     pear 





CT, 2014

Sculpted work:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley

P B Shelley reacts to people
reacting to Rebecca Black

I met a hater from an antique land
Who said: who wrote this shit so monotone
heres a tissue. Near them, just having fun,
Half sunk, a shattered Friday lies, gettin’ down,
And OMG!, and sneer of the weekend,
Tell why do people hate these lyrics read
Which yet survive, stamped on a friken seat,
The sound that mocked them, gets so stuck in my head;
And on the video these words appear:
“Gotta make my mind up, we’re drivin’
Gotta get down, get cereal, on Friday!”
watch it over and over again. Round the decay
Of that lol wtf, speechless and bare
The lone and never sing again then go away.

CT, 2014

Remixed works:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Comments to, and lyrics from, Friday, by Rebecca Black

Cillit Bang

by
Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met Barry Scott here from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and toughest toilet stains
Look at this blockage. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered limescale, rust, whose grime
And ground-in dirt, and sneer of Cillit Bang,
Tell that one bottle well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these pongy drains,
The hand that sparkles, and the dirt is gone;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“I’m Barry Scott and I’m here with Jill
Look on my works, what do you think? Well Barry,”
Nothing beside remains. Cleaning is a doddle
with that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
flowing free and smelling fresh stretch far away.

CT, 2014

Remixed works:
Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Phrases from the Cillit Bang ads