is Art, is art
truth? is, truth is,
not what it is.
?
I’d like to send out an open request to everyone involved in this blog to rewrite this stanza. On the one hand, I’m dissatisfied with it, and on the other (or possibly on the same hand, but on a different finger), I wrote the poem I posted (2 posts down) because I wanted to know what people thought about art, in general. Is it absurd, elitist, servile, nothing, everything, precogniscent, nostalgic, progressive, destructive, honest, hypocritical, purposeful, aimless, mutable, static, important, pretentious, cow?
Why is there something we call art?
is it questioning?
October 28th, 2006 | #
just keep with the question mark
October 29th, 2006 | #
is truth
?
Art is
.
October 29th, 2006 | #
Bees are bees, trees are trees, art is art, and I like to fart.
October 30th, 2006 | #