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July 30, 2013

Detroit Trashes Crisco Can Artist Installed At Fist To 'Ease Bankruptcy Pain'

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City officials say they plan to remove the Crisco can because they see it as "abandoned property." Deadline Detroit

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 30, 2013 12:58 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Crisco and a fist?
Sounds like something you'd find in San Francisco, rather than Detroit...

Posted by: Uncle Jefe at July 30, 2013 11:29 AM

Detroit should sell it to San Fran.

Posted by: Potsie at July 30, 2013 11:41 AM

Trayvon's fist and Obamas Crisco.

Posted by: Denny at July 30, 2013 12:39 PM

Funny how people decide what's art and what's not.

Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 30, 2013 12:44 PM

Detroit meets Caligula.

So if the city took away the Crisco tub, does that mean Detroiters are going to get dry-fisted?

Posted by: Rich Fader at July 30, 2013 1:25 PM

Detroit is squashing piss ants while the elephants trample the plantation.

Posted by: BillH at July 30, 2013 1:48 PM

Well if Detroit does sell it to SF, then it would finally be OK to refer to SF as "Frisco".

Posted by: Uncle Jefe at July 30, 2013 2:56 PM

Maybe "San FranCrisco!"

Posted by: vanderleun at July 30, 2013 5:30 PM

Clarence Boddicker for Mayor 2013: Bitches Leave.

Posted by: Rich Fader at July 30, 2013 5:47 PM

Funny how people decide what's art and what's not.

Not so funny when you consider who defines "art."

Maybe "San FranCrisco!"

There were t-shirts and embroidered pillows (for biting, one assumes) with that legend available on Castro street 40 years ago.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at July 30, 2013 5:54 PM

Here in Detroit not everybody gets the joke. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151815131602994&set=a.473547187993.287986.363658042993&type=1&theater
Of course, that explains a lot of what's wrong with Detroit.

Posted by: Harry at July 30, 2013 7:58 PM

Gosh Rob, you remember a lot more than I do from back in the day.

Posted by: chasmatic at July 30, 2013 8:06 PM

Rich Fader those are the two funniest and most powerful words ever spoken in any film. And he delivers it so very well.

What's funny is that before that film, the actor (Kurtwood Smith) always played little schmucks and losers. He did such an amazing job with so much menace, I'm not sure how they saw it in him but it was brilliant casting. Given Verhoven's usual junk it probably was meant to be ironic or something but it worked very well.

Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 30, 2013 9:30 PM

Chaz,

Even after an exceedingly eventful '20s (divorce, jail, abortions etc,) and having known a few gay guys in the music world, San Francisco came as a distinct shock, and made an indelible impression.

In-your-face gays were thin on the ground in the early '70s, even in the various places I'd lived up til that time. One thing I remember was the disorientation (heightened of course by being stoned much of the time) resulting from seeing couples on the street who'd apparently chosen each other on the basis of their mirror-image resemblance. Weird.

And then there were all those Crisco references, deeply mysterious until some local explained it. Definitely not in Kansas anymore.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at July 30, 2013 9:42 PM

Rob, sounds like we travelled similar paths. Some of my recollections are but vivid fragments of an otherwise dark and dangerous journey. Funny, the booze & drugs caused me to lose entire seasons but some moments are locked in. Like, I'll look at one of my scars and ... oh, er, yeah. Holy shit!

Tempered in the forge of the world and hammered out on the anvil of life.

Posted by: chasmatic at July 31, 2013 7:13 AM

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