Posts tagged ‘Conceptual Art’
All tales now wending
This one begins
In the alternate endings
Refreshed by rain
A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order
Wobbling knobby knees
The wildest colts make the best horses
“With parody, you’re referencing and sending up a particular genre, and mostly your material is going to be taken out of that genre.” —Marlon Wayans
Tapping lazily, but doggedly, the lovelorn poet composes a song in praise of his dream amour. To deliver it, though, he is demure: cowered by a muzzle like a dog’s, voice like a frog’s, moves like a bump on a log. Oh, for a way to extend his compliments to the one he adores, without rudely awakening her scorn!
I’d like to say that parody is a celebration of a person’s specific characteristics, as opposed to mockery
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth
“If you want to hear the distant voice of the ocean put your ear to the distant lips of a seashell.” —Curtis Tyrone Jones
sand pirates with shovels and pails
excavate tidal pools
capturing waves of wayward whales
soft hermit crabs in shells of snails
urchins on break from schools
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
So I ask this geezer, rocking beside me on the porch, “Hey Gramps, how do you want to feel when you grow up?” The geezer laughs so hard he rolls off his rocker.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm
“…I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I’m a spring leaf trembling in anticipation” —Maya Angelou
At the bird house of art;
that is, in other words,
the Met, in Central Park;
it’s cool to pick up birds.
When I became director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, it was stodgy, gray, run by elitists. I said, ‘Hey, let’s kick the thing around.’ I wanted to attract young people to the museum. I said, ‘Make it hospitable. I want them to come. I want them to make dates, pick up girls, pick up boys – either way; I don’t care’
““The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.” —Randall Jarrell
Cutting thro’ the rye,
like a whirling samurai,
never say goodbye!
You just never know when you’re living in a golden age