What is art, a deuxieme manifesto on the dissisitudes of modern day epistemology?

December 23, 2007

Books are art, the glass over there is art.

I defined it as such.

 

This is art, when bought for $3.36 in british money that’s just a little more than a dollar fifty.

 

Second grade is art. There is art in you and on this ticket.

 Algerian is art ART Duchamp was an artist and guilty of it. Hey Pomp stop selling those pins, he isn’t innocent. Dali was a sell out and an artist, but Disney was the Pope! Guns aren’t art, we don’t won’t them not the futurists, they can take their automobiles and leave.  BYE Sans art Le gouvernement français est art.  Il n’y a rien d’art ici, sauf tout ce qui est art.  Germany lost world war two.  The Large Glass has another name. The Seven Dwarfs was a German story. Mickey Mouse represents an alliteration, art.  Art is in the paper, art is in the pen, art is on the tv, art is in the den, art lives in you, art comes from me, art sings to all, art’s done by a bee, art is something dumb, art is something fun, art is sometimes alive, and art is relentlessly a pun,  art can breath change, art can be thrown away, art can cause tears, art is here to stay.  That was a really dumb poem. This is war! You still owe me that $4.56                                                             I STAND FOR ART Tristan hurry up and come back to us before countless more go to art school. Hanz we have failed, and Earnst if you hadn’t painted Ubu, he would have gone unnoticed in today’s world.  We want NO violence, we are not the futurists or the idiot Dadaists who cried for such stupidity.  But should you see Mr. Ubu (he is no longer a king) KILL HIM! That is all! Free those confined by the trap.  R. Mutt I Salute You! Huysmans.

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State of the thesis

December 21, 2007

Twenty books to go

There is no snow

NYC may distract me

So thesis let it be

Just let it be

Twenty books to go

So so so so so


It snowed today!

December 15, 2007

Visual SOUND industries proudly presents…

A Microsoft Baiti production

Toon sounds of the night’s sky dawning so brightly by the fireside chats in cyberspace with NASA’s ground program developer in charge the computer.

 

Now back to normal. For the first time in years the space provided fit with the world vision and the print media corporation was born. Thus we now have a world where the news fits nicely each day into the desired format so that the business man who lives on the third floor of the fifth building on the ninetieth block will be able to purchase for a set price, which subsequently increases on a fairly irregular frequency due to fluctuations in the price and process of converting forests into paper and then applying the ink, not to mention the rising costs of maintaining a staff and equipment for producing the stories which are transcribed by the ink that also becomes more expensive as time goes on, thus for that price this man who lives in a building on a floor can purchase a single item containing all that he needs to know for that day, the price is not constant. Following the purchase of said article this same man can also buy a coffee, if he is lucky or wise rather and has chosen a location for this morning routine which provides both the days periodicals as well as an assortment of breakfast items such as coffee makers, grinders, flavorers, perhaps even mixers like those new fangled coffee bars they have around town these days where one doesn’t just buy a coffee but rather an experience consisting of milk choice, flavor choice, sugar choice, size choices, texture choices, additional choices, and choices on top of that as well, but hopefully, nonetheless, our gentlemanly figure has chosen such a place and can thus purchase  one, or two should he prefer to gain some perspective on all that news that apparently is just the right size to print, or perhaps they sell specialty journals that focus on different aspects of the news that our character here may desire, such as one focusing on the animal rights activist of the north eastern region of the Algerian peninsula, regardless of such choices he can should that choice be made by him at that moment purchase a periodical as well as a heated, preferably caffeinated, beverage with perhaps something to signify the holidays that are approaching, such as peppermint or gingerbread flavoring, which is of course artificial, but then again aren’t the holidays as well. I mean what are we doing with them anyway besides turning them into some sort of large scale excuse to celebrate in our commercialism, but then again despite the crowds and the chaos, which I know many can not stand for the life of themselves, I personally love being in Midtown during the holidays, I revel in the spirit of togetherness and the joy that hopefully these people are outside shopping not for themselves but for the ones they care about. Afterall isn’t that what the holidays were about when they may or may not have been about something back when we didn’t have TVs to tell us what they are supposed to be about or movies with rather crazy characters yelling at the big name brands accusing them of ruining that which the holidays were about back in the time before industries made the holidays about something completely different.

 

Afterall… it snowed today.


Why? well that didn’t answer anything.

December 12, 2007

Literature as literary wraps the literal world literally

 

M stands alone when faced with glass and polyester

 

Granite and skin soft lotion knows not facsimiles

 

Carbon copies of derelicts and saint nicks

 

Rapture sings true, chanting that tune in time with paramount

 

Capture that innocent

 

Plug the hemp into the corner oval office connected to that clamp

 

Shoot that down

 

Umpire whispers the wrong paper’s name

 

Plastics of a vermillion appearance

 

Paprika is honing its own textual understanding

 

Judge humorously

 

Queue in burrows and bombastic fortitude

 

Vicariously notice the limestone yoyo

 

Tear the underside of imagination

 

Grim and grip

 

Gyrate in unprecedented motion

 

Eradicate unintentional limitations

 

Irradiate nothing less than blistering creativity unquestionably

 

Black

 

Cough for curious connotations

 

Sample slanting ceremoniously surmounted singularities

 

Underline the word black

 

Draw arrows back

 

Plug in the computer

 

And download the straws

 

Ring Ring Rhyme

 

Notice the wrappers around the table

 

Cringe at the sound of their voices

 

Joint

 

Jazz

 

Abandon

 

Abandoned

 

Abandoning

 

Allocations call for bases

 

Simultaneously

 

And I surrender.