Few visual artists, few people of any sort, period, use language as intriguingly as Raymond Pettibon. He made his name selling pamphlets of xeroxed drawings at Black Flag shows in the early 80's. His punk sensibility is infused with dead-on social insights and a deadpan poetry. It may be useful to isolate Pettibon's language. Consider these lines from a drawing:
MY UNDRESSING MY UNDOING--WHILE LOOK AT HER!
(WHOSE TEARS RAN LIMPID WITH A PINK NAIL POLISH).
NO PLACE FOR BARBIE (AND HER BLANDISHMENTS) IN THIS, KEN'S WORLD.
WHILE ALL ALONG, SKIPPER, TRAGICALLY, WAS SLOWLY DEVELOPING!
And these, from another drawing:
She takes a love drug so that she can stand him.
He takes a love drug so that he can perform adequately and satisfy her.
Without her clothes she is unattractive.
I see you.
It's not easy but I save the reds for last.
The MNM's melted in my mouth and (sigh) my pants. Would you believe I shoplifted them?
"It's not worth it to express in philosophy or art, the perfect ideas of MNM's when in practice they let you down."
His unshapely brow and distended jaw do not prevent him from having sex 7 times a day.
I would put this hateful nose to the grindstone, this nose that leads me through life. And that's no lie.
Her features please exotic creatures.
When you're in love... She can only become less striking, less irresistible, less exciting to me.