Biography of Harlan Lovestone
Harlan Lovestone is a native of Detroit, Michigan currently residing in South Carolina. He quickly discovered at a young age that he would be an artist. At first influenced by comics, television, and film, Lovestone's interests expanded as his talents matured. Through undergrad and grad school he found himself mentored not only by great artists/professors, but also by the likes of Alvin Loving, Sandy Skoglund, and Frank Bowling who he met as an art student and gallery assistant. Today Harlan Lovestone is carving out his nitche as a painter, illustrator, singer-songwriter, poet, filmmaker, educator, and all around renaissance man.
Harlan Lovestone Poems
Talk Radio Psychotic
the jingoist say I’m a radio psychotic With dilutions I’m me I’m a radio psychotic
All Things To All People
all people have worries worries that wake them worries about things yet to come worries about worries are what worry some
Blaxploitation... Blaxploitation is... Blaxploitation ain't what it used to be Blaxploitation is brotha can you spare a dime
Old Mother goose is on the loose All soaking wet with her apron in a pond Annie and Andy sing a raggedy little song I saw a elephant on my lane
Crazy child with ebony eyes Soul filled with laughter and butterflies Hair as raven as night itself Body of purity and inner wealth
Open Your Arms
Sitting under the money tree look for the fruits of charity best to pick them fast for they too far gone they grow rotten to the core on the greedy man's farm
This Is My Hat
This is my hat And I wear it in the rain To show you that I’m not ashamed Of the coat and shoes I’ve lost
The Sins Of The Father
the twins are dead the twins are dead i say oh my babies lord my babies my precious 5000 babies
I don’t know why I should want to need you Walking into a crowded room And I don’t know why I should want to please you When I call you’re a lullaby at noon
Tonight's a bloody freakshow up where the blarney freaks go tonight's a freakshow in carnival land
Please Mr. Sandbar
How can I explain well maybe I cant mere words can't actualize the feelings I have when I see a rainbow or
I think there’s a brick in my heart I must have digested when the street fell apart In a land where freedom is king They speak of war but it’s peace that I sing
The Ballad Of Ole Fuzzy Wuzzy Walters
Is I known? Or is I in hell Cause I didn’t want to change the waters? If I can
Reflective Solar Real
i’m swallowed in the deep i keep on loosing sleep is this reality? or the face of my enemy?
Blaxploitation ain't what it used to be
Blaxploitation is brotha can you spare a dime
so I can buy my glass of wine?
Blaxploitation is wondering
where are my reparations
to change my desperation?