Sunday, November 04, 2018
Complexity of Question
The Anti-Semite boys and girls
perform a lovely dance.
Pretty enough
to exclude
some others too.
Or do without.
Isn't this what Beauty does?
Agrees? Yes, but mustn't
that imply
ruling out, too? So,
where find joy
but in hate?
And even lies.
Labels: aesthetics, anti-Semitic, beauty, dance, hate, politics
Friday, September 07, 2018
Big Girls Don’t Cry
The phrase,
then the beautiful,
brave aesthetic.
Why we have
phrases first.
Forever continuing
coloring into.
No loveliness without
language?
And yet Time
detaches.
“I feel lost again,”
she finally says.
Labels: aesthetics, language, phrase, time
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
Monday, November 16, 2015
Aesthetics
A bird and a rat formed a friendship,
which struggled a bit on the topic of beauty.
Bird insisted on all of his species being
pretty to some degree, while no rat was.
Rat countered with the example of Jeanette,
who lived on a nearby dump, or landfill as
Rat called it.
She was not only pretty, but sang wonderfully.
In a Crosby-Sinatra-Jo Stafford Old-Standard
manner.
Bird said “I’m from Missouri!” So they made a date
to meet there.
Well, Bird had to admit, that, for a rat...
“I’ll accept that. It’s unrealistic to expect more.
Now, how about Moon River?” Rat asked Jeanette.
But she wouldn’t sing if asked.
“Just another Rat-Quirk!” sniffed Bird.
But sold them her CD.
Bird bought another later that day, of bird songs.
And the contest was on!
Much latter, Rat, exasperated: “Is all life one-
upmanship then?”
“What planet did you scurry from?”
Labels: aesthetics, bird, bird songs, CD, competition, fable, popular music, rat
Friday, February 27, 2015
Two Comedians on a Shingle
BOTH
We live in Cocoa Beach, awash in
putrid Right-Wing Radio.
ONE
That's ONE Fascist stink!
TWO
Aspiring. Too incoherent to get there yet.
ONE
Beware! The Idiots' Lobby is very very
strong!
TWO
I'm bewaring! Should I get a gun?
ONE
What else?
TWO
We're spose to dance off singing a song
about mothers.
ONE
Uh uh! Mine just told me to go f-
TWO
Why do some people ruin just perfectly
lovely schemes? Family, Home, Nation!
ONE
It's like a tide-ful of rubbers.
TWO
But THAT could be either Right OR Left!
ONE
Not aesthetically.
Labels: aesthetics, American Fascism, Cocoa Beach, Fascism, Left, Right Wing Radio
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Anger for Art
Architecture as Frozen Music*
Uh huh? Leading me to feel
there's more bullshit there
than in the other arts, even.
Okay, I own a bar supply business, say,
& am looking for a standalone building
in Philly's Manayunk? Retail store-
front, plus warehouse in back
for the wholesale hunk.
What can an architect do? Well, some glassy
thing over the Schuylkill River, reflecting
the boats rowing by
sunsets etc. That's nice.
But a Moorish courtyard between
shop & warehouse? Sound ridiculous,
but I must keep on listening.
So, an architect should pay attention
to function, yes, but when a curve-
ball chance arises, fercrisakes
throw it! Don't just emit
some stale&phony shit about it.
Bike through Philadelphia University
one midnight & lights blaze
from Architecture Building.
That’s a start. No gentleman
or aesthetic lady desires
to be working that late.
*blamed on Goethe
Labels: aesthetics, Architecture, art, Philadelphia, Philadelphia University, Philly, phony
Sunday, August 04, 2013
Graphic Obsession
For Art’s Sake
Racky couldn't stop thinking of Lil-Anne. It made
him queasy. As love would have it, he saw an
answer online.
Dr Kip Krissimohn and Picture Your Obsession!
picurobs.com.
You answered a questionnaire, and the program
assembled a graphic picture of the whole business.
Racky used his Paypal and then printed out the...
well it started as a bar graph of many colors, and
then sort of mishmashed into a kind of haze.
He figured it was mostly the cheap printer.
But he actually liked the result and took it to the
frame shop. Corwell there said it'd work better much
enlarged, so Racky dropped it off later on a flash drive
and Corwell printed it 60 x 100.
After “Photoshopping the crap out of it!”
They both picked out an ornate frame more suitable
for an ancient banquet portrait. “It works,” Corwell
pronounced, “but I haven’t an idea in hell how!
No charge for it–-going to Salvation Army anyhow."
When Racky got it home and studied it, said nothing
of Lil-Anne to him, which was okay since she had
joined the Navy and was instantly gone for training.
And that stinging fact made it look even more odd
to him as it leaned against his TV room wall.
Even his favorite Lakers made him uneasy that evening.
“Maybe it bothers the players too,” he joked to his
mother, a retired VA psychologist. She said bring it over.
At her apartment she laughed, “Knowing you, I don't
see anything in it to help as to the girl who got away.
Instead of trying to think about that, why not just
forget the original reason you printed it and enjoy?
It’s kind of pretty.”
Tillie the Decorator dropped by with paint samples,
and immediately started to croak: “Over the
Rabinowitz's sofa!”
Upshot, she gave him a thousand. She had offered
seven hundred but he sincerely told her he couldn't
let it go for that. The processing and framing alone
had cost him six–-he tripled for effect.
Rabinowitz despised it after a week, and wife, Carly,
persuaded him to hang it in their smallest jewelry shop
in the grimy strip mall.
There, Manager Darlene said it made the engaged
couples moody.
Tillie exchanged it for a primitive print of maritime
Maine, and took it back and hung it in her shop.
With a ten thousand dollar price.
In a week, Jinky Romards, Netflix producer and world-
famous depressive, threw it in the back of his Jag.
Mickey-O, Racky’s friend from work, had gone to
Vegas with his girlfriend, and they lost everything--
smashing up their relationship for a sardonic chaser.
With the idea of cheering him up, Racky lifted a picture
of his Basset, Renton, from a desk drawer and took it
to Corwell to frame.
He told him about his foray into art with Tillie.
“I’ve worked with her and she’s totally toxic-nuts!
Don’t offer her anything else. She’ll never accept
another one.”
So it proved a one-shot art career.
Flirtatious, and yet mercurial, Kevvy then entered
his life.
And no program could ever ever approximate her!
Labels: aesthetics, art, graphics, mood, relationship, taste
