Sunday, December 02, 2018
The Nature of Art in Brilliant Times
-Macedonian Piglets!
-Nice! But go further. You can
abstract anything.
-Her Getsemani smear raunched
the futile light.
-I’ll let you in the class.
-Bindlestiff!
-Start, uh, going easier?
Labels: abstraction, art, corruption, decadence, mentor, poetry, pretense, teacher
Monday, April 16, 2018
Birthday Inventory
-Yet another, hey?
-I’m losing count.
-Speaking of count in your
no-account life…?
-Did I take inventory this year?
-Come up with negative total?
-Almost. Hafta recheck math.
-Get Boxxo! Our genius!
-Life is too short for Lecture-Demonstrations instead of
Hello, how are you?
Hello, how are you?
-Ah but you inspired him this year. He did his own inventory on his birthday!
-The result?
-Plural. And incomprehensible. Whole page of squiggles and wrinkles.
-Any spaces? They say that true wisdom
is in the spaces.
-Not one.
-I’m glad to be a dope that nobody understands either, rather than a genius who’s a total pain in the ass.
-Neither one of you can get a girl.
-Which speaks to the wisdom of women.
-Also their hilarity at abstraction.
-How’d they get so concrete?
-From seeing shit.
Labels: abstraction, genius, math, math genius
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Visions
One. And Done.
-My editor wants your vision
in words our readers get.
-Vision? Ponderous word to
face the world with!
-Bear with me.
-I just paint.
-Yes! Exhibit One, this Wawa Hoagie
so real I want to devour it! Ham,
Swiss, Lettuce, Tomatoes, Onion!
Mayo-o-o-o!
-Me too.
-And Exhibit Two! This...thing.
-Same hoagie.
-I don’t wish to devour it.
-I do, and much else there.
-And not there?
-Especially.
-I’m getting this on tape, you know.
If you’d care to focus.
-Whole world’s on tape! Who gives a shit?
-If you do, it’s vaguely. Help me out here!
-Something more specific?
-Just a bit.
-Nippur was the Capital of Babylonian
Religion for three thousand years.
-Hooray for the Nippurians! But we’re
dealing with Americans who put bread
on the table.
-Hooray for them!
Labels: abstraction, art, artist, culture, exposition, painter, painting, realism
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Two Painters
-I shoot for a concept right away.
-Because you can’t draw?
-Precisely.
-Lack of talent is the best shortcut.
-Would you say that such lack tends
to abstraction too?
-In your case, yes.
-Not necessarily bad, though.
-Are we judging on results?
-Jury always out and never returns.
-You vaguely posit one very slippery universe.
-There’s another?
Labels: abstraction, aesthetics, art, draftsmanship, painting, Philosophy
Sunday, October 09, 2016
The Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Rate
-Our prof wants us to draw a
picture of a mind. So I chose Sudsy.
-Beer, greasy potato chips, and
humongous-breasted women?
-That's about it.
-At the further end of Einstein,
one imagines.
-Not so now! His “elements” have
gone abstract on me.
-Don't give them any power!
YOU'RE making them abstract
so you can stand them. Abandoning
reality! From boredom? Disgust? Fear?
-Reality smells like farts.
-Oh? Will it be multimedia then?
-Funny you should say that. Might add
Let It Be by Beatles?
-Reflecting, thus, the overmastering Sudsy
philosophy?
-No one will recognize him from the
drawing, so that could help.
-He has a mother who loves him, you know!
-Somebody else can draw that.
...
(Matthew, furiously dark, diverted.)
Labels: abstraction, art, art school, Beatles, drawing, grossness, mind, Mother
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Abstract Discussion
-"Funny" abstracts. Takes that element out.
-From what? The general mess of things?
-Perhaps so. Look at Mash. Hot Lips and that
stick of a Major.
-You're tilting. Saying it in such a way that...
-Aren't we always?
-Depends.
-On what?
-How many squares make a circle.
-There's two here.
Labels: abstraction, comedy, funny, square
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Painter, Composer, Writer
WRITER
At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?
PAINTER
I paint. Ask the paint.
WRITER
Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.
PAINTER
Where can I puke?
WRITER
You won't when you read it.
COMPOSER
So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.
PAINTER
Big-ass organ like Bach?
COMPOSER
Funny you should mention him. He chased
a chambermaid in the wine cellar while service
ensued upstairs. It got to be my starting point.
I'm hearing the muffled resonances coming from
up there. Organ, preacher, shifting of the congregation...
WRITER
Will you let on in the program notes?
PAINTER
Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.
WRITER
Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.
PAINTER
Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?
WRITER
Too much a musical term already. Rendering!
COMPOSER
Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!
WRITER
At first, I recognized objects. Even if distorted,
that's a rolled umbrella, a women's arm. But now...?
PAINTER
I paint. Ask the paint.
WRITER
Just finished story: ...waitress in Jersey City diner
dreams of meeting a Met.
PAINTER
Where can I puke?
WRITER
You won't when you read it.
COMPOSER
So, maybe the human always pokes in?
Doing a commission from a small German city.
To be performed in the Cathedral.
PAINTER
Big-ass organ like Bach?
COMPOSER
Funny you should mention him. He chased
a chambermaid in the wine cellar while service
ensued upstairs. It got to be my starting point.
I'm hearing the muffled resonances coming from
up there. Organ, preacher, shifting of the congregation...
WRITER
Will you let on in the program notes?
PAINTER
Nah. He’ll get too far afield for that.
WRITER
Yeah, you'll coin some stupidity instead:
Poppies in Dusseldorf.
PAINTER
Too real. Gives too much. How about Arrangement?
WRITER
Too much a musical term already. Rendering!
COMPOSER
Premieres in a church, not a meat plant!
Labels: abstraction, art, Music, painting, writing
Sunday, February 05, 2012
A Process
When he chucks
his existence in-
to abstraction,
he understands it.
That, too, proves flat,
but no getting back.
Labels: abstraction
