Saturday, February 22, 2020

Kansas City Urban Fashion Winning Feast

This one's only for close TKC readers and the handful of people who actually "get" this blog.

Here's one of our favorite poems . . .

In the Desert
By Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
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And so whilst our TKC collection of thirsty keyboard warriors can only yearn to be satisfied by bitter tears. This fashionable crew stays winning, earns fans and money by sharing their love of urban culture and clothes . . . Checkit:

A perfect day of KC eats according to Made Mobb's Vu Radley

Photos by Chris MullinsMade Mobb turns seven years old this year. Creative director Vu Radley co-founded the Midwest streetwear fashion line with Mark Launiu and Jonathan Platz. "Our focus has always been to bring Midwest streetwear to the city," Radley says. "We love apparel design and exploring new graphics and garment styles.

7 comments:

chuck said...

Some Rubenesque honkey has rejected TKC,
Friday night's failure is Saturday's poetry.
A more fitting fall from subjective grace,
Would be William Blake and here's a taste-

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

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No one can save her!

:)

Anonymous said...

He's going to need to sell more then t-shirts and baseball hats when he get's notice his rent is going up 200%

Anonymous said...

Perfect day of soggy, greasy, under cooked KC Eats.

Anonymous said...

^^^Says the geezer who thinks Bob Evans is haute cuisine so....

Anonymous said...

^^^Says the loser from Mom's basement!

Your Care is Showing said...

Yo, Chuck!

Encircled by her arms as by a shell,
she hears her being murmur,
while forever he endures
the outrage of his too pure image...

Wistfully following their example,
nature re-enters herself;
contemplating its own sap, the flower
becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens...

It's the return of all desire that enters
toward all life embracing itself from afar...
Where does it fall? Under the dwindling
surface, does it hope to renew a center?

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Charlie Horse said...

They said that it could not be done,
He said, "Just let me try."
They said, "Other men have tried and failed,"
He answered, "But not I."
They said, "It is impossible,"
He said, "There's no such word."
He closed his mind, he closed his heart...
To everything he heard.

He said, "Within the heart of man,
There is a tiny seed.
It grows until it blossoms,
It's called the will to succeed.
Its roots are strength, its stem is hope,
Its petals inspiration,
Its thorns protect its strong green leaves,
With grim determination.

"Its stamens are its skills
Which help to shape each plan,
For there's nothing in the universe
Beyond the scope of man."
They thought that it could not be done,
Some even said they knew it,
But he faced up to what could not be done...
And he couldn't bloody do it!