Konark (Oriya: କୋଣାର୍କ) (Sanskrit: कोणार्क) is a small town in Puri district in the state of Orissa, India, on the Bay of Bengal, sixty-five kilometers from Bhubaneswar. It is the site of the 13th-century Sun Temple (also known as the Black Pagoda), built in black granite by King Narasimhadeva-I (AD 1236-1264) of the Eastern Ganga Dynasty. The temple is a World Heritage Site. It takes the form of the chariot of Surya (Arka), the Sun God, and is heavily decorated with stone carving. The entire complex was designed in the form of a huge chariot drawn by seven spirited horses on twelve pairs of exquisitely decorated wheels. The entrance is guarded by two lions, which are each shown crushing a war elephant. Each elephant in turn lies on top of a human body. The temple symbolises the majestic stride of the Sun god. At the entrance of the temple is a Nata Mandir (Dancing Hall). This is where the temple dancers used to perform dances in homage to the Sun god. All around the temple, there are various floral and geometric patterns. There are also human, divine and semi-divine figures in sensuous poses. The poses contains couples in various amorous poses, and are derived from the Kama Sutra. The temple is now partly in ruins, and a collection of its sculptures is housed in the Sun Temple Museum, which is run by the Archaeological Survey of India. The poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote of Konark: "Here the language of stone surpasses the language of man." Konark literally means “Essence of the Corners”.
Stephen Knapp (born 1947, Worcester, Massachusetts) is an American artist best known for his use of the medium of lightpainting He has gained an international reputation for large-scale works of art held in museums, public, corporate, and private collections, which are executed in media as diverse as light, kiln-formed glass, metal, stone, mosaic, and ceramic.
Knapp has written and lectured on architectural art glass, the collaborative process, and the integration of art and architecture. His work has appeared in many publications including Art and Antiques, Architectural Record, ARTnews, Ceramics Monthly, The Chicago Sun Times, Honoho Geijutsu, Identity, Interior Design, Interiors, The New York Times, Nikkei Architecture, Progressive Architecture, Sculpture (magazine), and 90+10.
Stephen Knapp was born in Worcester, Massachusetts in 1947, graduated from Worcester Academy in 1965, and received his B.A. from Hamilton College in 1969. For nearly a decade after graduating from college, he worked as a fine art photographer, selling his work to corporate and private collectors in the United States and abroad. During this early stage in his career Knapp worked closely with Polaroid Corporation on their 20x24 camera, creating large scale instant photographs.
Konerak Sinthasomphone
Roamed away from his home
The Jeffrey offered him money
If he'd take off his clothes and pose
He drugged him and had oral sex
With Konerak Sinthasomphone
Then Jeffrey went out for some beer
And left him asleep at his home
Konerak Sinthasomphone was the boy
The police brought back to Jeffery's home
And left them alone
Then Jeffrey Dahmer turned the boy into bones
Konerak Sinthasomphone roamed
Away from Jeff's home
Some woman saw him running naked
And 911 they phoned
The police brought Jeff and Konerak to the apartment
And left them alone
Then Jeffrey kill and dismembered
They're gonna throw my ashes into a landfill They're gonna put a logo on the moon I sit in my cage and call myself free It's hard to feel and harder to see
Generica
The whole world points its filthy fucking finger at a country that was once so beautiful They sit high up and call themselves free but they're the same as you and me
Generica
They say if you don't like it you should leave But there's no spaceship as far as I can see The price goes up and she goes down It's hard to miss if you just look around
My land is wide
My skies are blue
My goals are high
My mark is you
My hands are red
My legs are long
My word is spread
Be it right or wrong
Good luck getting me to commit
My a.k.a. is hypocrite
Rather be bullying the underfed
And treat you like you got a hole in your head
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Welcome to the land of Generica
My grass is green
My bonds are junk
My truth looks sheen
My soul's in a funk
My eyes are blind
My talk is cheap
My heart is fickle
My tax is steep
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries
Just might kill you off but never-mind
Call my doctor to set up a time
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
You only have two choices
Guest list or black list
Welcome to the land of Generica
Don't go thinking outside of the box
Might have to kick you right in the crotch
Stick with me Mr. Stereotype
You know it man, I'll keep you up on the hype
I go...
Right round imposing my creation
Mass produce it for you
Everything looks brand new
Put it all on credit
A hundred years to pay it
Force you to agree
While your smiling at me
Whoopee!
I go...
Right round pushing out the riff raff
No matter where it came from
Never mind the wisdom
Only see it my way
Take it or the highway
Well he's a chick magnet, if ya know what I mean
The way the girlies just go to him
Well ya should've seen
the guy yeah, he's got style and it's plain to see
Smooth shoes and cool tattoos
Hair pomped as tight as can be
He ain't got a girlfriend
No one to sing this song to
He's gotta settle down
If he meets that special girl soon
He knows just what to do
When it comes to the girls
He writes them poetry
And he picks them flowers
He knows just what to say
When it comes to the ladies
Knows how to make a girl smile
How to drive a girl crazy
While she was sucking
Who's on the driver's side
DEA are dealing and getting high
Gone rogue
Can't be controlled
Hold your breath
Till the end of the world
The freak fanatics
Would murder the ones who care
Sick bastards, cheap fuckers everywhere
Gone rogue
Can't be controlled
Lights and sirens
Signal the war
Rogue
Gold rush of religion, give the people
God Cry out to whatever name you choose
For your convenience
Here's your quick served lie
For your salvation There's no way to lose
A compromise to suit yourself
But it doesn't seem to fit too well
Blind fear reaction earch for inner peace
No name religion, who is your god?
Feed the need to save our souls,
whichever way we please
Pardon my sins, try to rid my guilty conscience with ease Don't want to think,
Generic mind Don't want to search,
Generic heart Don't want to see,
Generic view Just want my fix,
Generic god Have you really found peace?
Wide is the road to destruction
Narrow the path to life
Salvation has been given through one name
The name of Jesus Christ Eager for redemption,
don't want to be responsible
Try to live the truth, just don't hold me accountable
Only one can mediate, between God and man
Only through His hell can we obtain heaven