Throughout history, few human endeavors have managed to capture poetry in motion quite like the flailing neon limbs of the “dancing inflatable man.” Of course, there are the critics, ready to object, arguing against the integrity of these fine inflated forms, tarnished from years spent encouraging the sale of used cars. But, it’s precisely for that reason, contained within their mesmerizing dance – and their power to drive the multitudes into inadvisable purchases of “lemons” – that the true cosmic wonder of these magical tubes exist.

Keep Reading »