The Art of Anish Kapoor (Inspired by Just Mercedes)

[Erthona]

The Art of Anish Kapoor (Inspired by Just Mercedes)
 
I look at your art,
the weaving of interlaced objects
of hard concrete rigatoni 
and soft PVC cannelloni*.
What do you mean
by this intestinal lark?

"It means whatever
you want it to mean,
as you co-create with my art."

No, you cannot abdicate
your position relying solely
on my volition.
I refuse to be both artist and observer,
but if that is true,
what use do I have for you?
I say none,
so go... run,
play in your poorly conceived
illegitimate sun.
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles.
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
I thought not.
 
 
––Erthona
 
 Works of Anish Kapoor


*The rhyming Italian words are for Tom.
 
 
©2014  

[tectak]

The Art of Anish Kapoor (Inspired by Just Mercedes)
 
I look at your art,
the weaving of interlaced objects
of hard concrete rigatoni 
and soft PVC cannelloni*.
What do you mean
by this intestinal lark?

"It means whatever
you want it to mean,
as you co-create with my art."

No, you cannot abdicate
your position relying solely
on my volition.
I refuse to be both artist and observer,
but if that is true,
what use do I have for you?
I say none,
so go... run,
play in your poorly conceived
illegitimate sun.
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles.
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
I thought not.
 
 
––Erthona
 
 Works of Anish Kapoor


*The rhyming Italian words are for Tom.
 
 
©2014  

I look at your art, 
the weaving of interlaced objects 
of hard concrete rigatoni  
and soft PVC cannelloni*. 
What do you mean 
by this intestinal lark? Overtly you, but contextually pointed. "Intestinal lark" is a meeting of two worlds, neither of which relate to this piece. Explain it to me. The rest I just love...but what rhymes with D'annunzio that isn't  stereotypically Italian? ...oni? oni? Are we going all pasta? Keep faith with the art.




"It means whatever 
you want it to mean, 
as you co-create with my art." Quite.




No, you cannot abdicate 
your position relying solely 
on my volition. Stretchy use of volition. Was it worth it for the internal borborigmi?
I refuse to be both artist and observer, 
but if that is true, 
what use do I have for you? 
I say none, 
so go... run, 
play in your poorly conceived beneath rather than in...but cool word play. Liking the   duality of sun. Deliberate? Of course.
illegitimate sun. 
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles. 
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing, 
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
I thought not. Yes to the gone before but the salient point is a little difficult for me to assimilate. I want it all...but sucking it  doesn't make me see it. Help




Hi dale. 
The old you. I am pleased with this and hope conceitedly that I spurred you in to writing it...if not, so what. Oh. It was mercedes. Bugger.
I will read it often....I hate art.
Best,
tectak

[shemthepenman]

The Art of Anish Kapoor (Inspired by Just Mercedes)
 
I look at your art,
the weaving of interlaced objects
of hard concrete rigatoni 
and soft PVC cannelloni*.
What do you mean
by this intestinal lark?

"It means whatever
you want it to mean,
as you co-create with my art."

No, you cannot abdicate
your position relying solely
on my volition.
I refuse to be both artist and observer,
but if that is true,
what use do I have for you?
I say none,
so go... run,
play in your poorly conceived
illegitimate sun.
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles.
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
I thought not.
 
 
––Erthona
 
 Works of Anish Kapoor


*The rhyming Italian words are for Tom.
 
 
©2014  

I look at your art, 
the weaving of interlaced objects 
of hard concrete rigatoni  
and soft PVC cannelloni*. 
What do you mean 
by this intestinal lark? Overtly you, but contextually pointed. "Intestinal lark" is a meeting of two worlds, neither of which relate to this piece. Explain it to me. The rest I just love...but what rhymes with D'annunzio that isn't  stereotypically Italian? ...oni? oni? Are we going all pasta? Keep faith with the art.




"It means whatever 
you want it to mean, 
as you co-create with my art." Quite.




No, you cannot abdicate 
your position relying solely 
on my volition. Stretchy use of volition. Was it worth it for the internal borborigmi?
I refuse to be both artist and observer, 
but if that is true, 
what use do I have for you? 
I say none, 
so go... run, 
play in your poorly conceived beneath rather than in...but cool word play. Liking the   duality of sun. Deliberate? Of course.
illegitimate sun. 
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles. 
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing, 
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
I thought not. Yes to the gone before but the salient point is a little difficult for me to assimilate. I want it all...but sucking it  doesn't make me see it. Help




Hi dale. 
The old you. I am pleased with this and hope conceitedly that I spurred you in to writing it...if not, so what. Oh. It was mercedes. Bugger.
I will read it often....I hate art.
Best,
tectak

'intestinal lark' is entirely fitting!

but by the by, this is really great, thanks for the read.

[Erthona]

Tom,

volition: the act of resolving. Seems to fit to me. Your serve.

Intestinal lark. Many of his concrete pieces look like (at least to me) intestines. Thus, he goes on a "lark" making intestine with concrete and PVC (PVC is also another medium he uses). As far as I can see, and regardless of what he calls it, these blocks of concrete intestine, or noodles if you will, all look the same.  

The rhyming Italian words were just a gift, no practicality to them, sorry. A shout out as they say.

Yes, the sun has several meanings. One is "legend in his own mind" sort of thing. He also did a piece called sun, that is basically a round piece of stainless painted yellow, etc. So "in" is correct in both instances.

The end is purposefully ambiguous on several levels, but the fun/joke is in the unanswerable question. It's one of those, "Have you stopped beating your wife questions."  Buyer's choice, buyer's remorse

Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....

Innocent lives will be saved through killing others is what the question seems to be (although he really means will art save lives, still it's a fun way to look at it, and more truthful), and of course art can do neither (at least not directly). So is war more valuable than art, or is art more valuable than war, or are those even meaningful questions?

As always, I enjoy your observations Tom. I will continue to endeavor to find a rhyme for D'annunzio. I feel there must be one somewhere, and that I will be feeling it soon

Dale
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Shem,

Thanks for having my back on 'intestinal lark'. I appreciate that. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.

Dale

[tectak]

Tom,
volition: the act of resolving. Seems to fit to me. Your serve.
Intestinal lark. Many of his concrete pieces look like (at least to me) intestines. Thus, he goes on a "lark" making intestine with concrete and PVC (PVC is also another medium he uses). As far as I can see, and regardless of what he calls it, these blocks of concrete intestine, or noodles if you will, all look the same.  
The rhyming Italian words were just a gift, no practicality to them, sorry. A shout out as they say.
Yes, the sun has several meanings. One is "legend in his own mind" sort of thing. He also did a piece called sun, that is basically a round piece of stainless painted yellow, etc. So "in" is correct in both instances.
The end is purposefully ambiguous on several levels, but the fun/joke is in the unanswerable question. It's one of those, "Have you stopped beating your wife questions."  Buyer's choice, buyer's remorse
Something you no doubt
know nothing about,
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.
Can your art do that....
Innocent lives will be saved through killing others is what the question seems to be (although he really means will art save lives, still it's a fun way to look at it, and more truthful), and of course art can do neither (at least not directly). So is war more valuable than art, or is art more valuable than war, or are those even meaningful questions?
As always, I enjoy your observations Tom. I will continue to endeavor to find a rhyme for D'annunzio. I feel there must be one somewhere, and that I will be feeling it soon
Dale
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Shem,
Thanks for having my back on 'intestinal lark'. I appreciate that. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece.
Dale

Hi dale,
I said that volition was stretched. You use the third order definition ( my volition/my resolution) but do not convince me that this is what you wanted the word for. It must be me. That internal rhyme seems over bearing if deliberate and inconsequential (to the point of making volition the mal mot) if  accidental. Just read the words. You cannot abdicate (abandon altruistically) your position relying solely (gone is the altruism. Conditionality wins OK?) on my (why?) volition (resolve). What meaneth this? Would not "my acceptance/capitulation/approval" all make different sense. I avoided "more". Semantics...don't yuh just lov'em.
Yes, his "art" is vainglorious. I once heard it described as "wormcasts on plates but sometimes not on plates and sometimes just the plates"....in fact, I think I said it. Art and I don't see eye to eye. I DID say that.
D'annunzio. Go to Gardone beside Lake Garda. You may never leave. Here is where  I first learned to appreciate my own preferences in art. You would, too. Suddenly, you feel right all along
Best,
tectak
Incidentally, we are slap in the middle of Kapoor's butterfly net, ten miles from The Iron Angel with no arms, and on a clear night I can see glow from where the winos sleep neath the Bottle of Notes....so don't talk to me about art.

[Erthona]

Tom,

Your making a mountain out of a mal mot (I hate French, do you have something against me?) What altruism? I don't need no stinking altruism...Deep breath... What I meant was that the "artist" was attempting to use the mental working of the observer to make what he had built turn into art, that only the observer could make it art. I disagree with the complete concept of that notion. Although beyond any rational definition, real art (or however one wishes to label it) stands on its own, and something in the observer responds to that creation: there is no co-creation. Is the Mona Lisa waiting for me to make it art? What a ridiculous notion. Nearly everybody responds to "Starry Night", many do so even when misapprehending what it actually is, thinking it is a storm, not a night scene. Still, it speaks to a universality in all of us. Can we define it? No. But, as they say, we know it when we see it, and that has nothing to do with co-creation....

Jesus Christ, just say the rhyme was forced and I would probably agree with you. If I had the luxury to go to Gardonne beside Lake Garda (where the hell that is), I would be most grateful, as I don't and never will, this obviates me from ever needing to express any such gratitude. Ah Tom, do you enjoy dangling a carrot that I will never taste in front of my face. You are a cruel boy.    
Vainglorious, yes a perfect word for him indeed. Why should I not talk to you about art, after all post modernism is just boys whistling in the dark to keep their courage up. Anyway I send you a Kapoor that reminded me of you.      Dale

 

[tectak]

Tom,

Your making a mountain out of a mal mot (I hate French, do you have something against me?) What altruism? I don't need no stinking altruism...Deep breath... What I meant was that the "artist" was attempting to use the mental working of the observer to make what he had built turn into art, that only the observer could make it art. I disagree with the complete concept of that notion. Although beyond any rational definition, real art (or however one wishes to label it) stands on its own, and something in the observer responds to that creation: there is no co-creation. Is the Mona Lisa waiting for me to make it art? What a ridiculous notion. Nearly everybody responds to "Starry Night", many do so even when misapprehending what it actually is, thinking it is a storm, not a night scene. Still, it speaks to a universality in all of us. Can we define it? No. But, as they say, we know it when we see it, and that has nothing to do with co-creation....

Jesus Christ, just say the rhyme was forced and I would probably agree with you. If I had the luxury to go to Gardonne beside Lake Garda (where the hell that is), I would be most grateful, as I don't and never will, this obviates me from ever needing to express any such gratitude. Ah Tom, do you enjoy dangling a carrot that I will never taste in front of my face. You are a cruel boy.    
Vainglorious, yes a perfect word for him indeed. Why should I not talk to you about art, after all post modernism is just boys whistling in the dark to keep their courage up. Anyway I send you a Kapoor that reminded me of you.      Dale

 

Oh alright then. Have it your own way. The rhyme was forced.
Best,
tectak

[ellajam]

There's romance in the thorn's sharp bite,
claims Gabriele D'Annunzio.
In death's triumph we'll finally unite,
must be true cause the nuns say so.

[tectak]

There's romance in the thorn's sharp bite,
claims Gabriele D'Annunzio.
In death's triumph we'll finally unite,
must be true cause the nuns say so.

How times change...in those day nuns would say anything for a shag....believe it. D'annunzio painted them.
Best,
tectak

[Erthona]

Tom wrote: "Oh alright then. Have it your own way. The rhyme was forced. "

Of course it was, as was appropriate!


dale

[vagabond]

The Art of Anish Kapoor (Inspired by Just Mercedes)
 
I look at your art,
the weaving of interlaced objects
of hard concrete rigatoni 
and soft PVC cannelloni*.
What do you mean
by this intestinal lark?
"It means whatever
you want it to mean,
as you co-create with my art."    
No, you cannot abdicate
your position relying solely
on my volition.
I refuse to be both artist and observer,
but if that is true,
what use do I have for you?
I say none,
so go... run,
play in your poorly conceived
illegitimate sun.                              does the sun need to be legitimated?
I’ve better ways to waste my time,
than to look at your pretty baubles.
I’ve a war to run.
Something you no doubt          
know nothing about,       maybe you are a soldier and have served in a war, or you have been between front lines as a civilian, everyone else really knows nothing about war
but through killing,
innocent lives will be saved.   Not always, sometimes they are collateraly or intentionally destroyed
Can your art do that....
I thought not.
 
©2014 

that´s a very powerful and accurate judgement over any art that will transport nothing  but have the audacity to make the recipient responsible for interpreting this vacuum.
I like the noodle metaphors.
but those last lines of war seem to me just really strange when set in relation to vain art.
this is my humble opinion offered .. greetings,
christine

[just mercedes]

O falce di luna calante

che brilli su l'acque deserte,

o falce d'argento, qual messe di sogni

ondeggia a'l tuo mite chiarore qua giu!

Aneliti brevi di foglie
di fiori di flutti da '1 bosco
' esalano a'l mare : non canto non grido
non suono pe'l vasto silenzio va.

Oppresso d'amor, di piacere,

il popol de' vivi s' addorme ...

O falce calante, qual messe di sogni

ondeggia a'l tuo mite chiarore qua giu!*


O sickle of moonlight declining

That shinest o'er waters deserted,

O sickle of silver, what harvest of visions

Is waving down here, thy mild lustre beneath!

Ephemeral breathing of foliage,

Of flowers, of waves from the forest,

Goes forth to the ocean; no cry and no singing,

No sound through the infinite silences goes.

Oppressed with its loves and its pleasures,

The life of the world lies in slumber;

O sickle declining, what harvest of visions

Is waving down here, thy mild lustre beneath!

[Erthona]

christine,

The last six lines are ironic as art and war are such disparate things they cannot really be compared, thus the humor that arises from such a statement. Similar to the statement "have you quit beating your wife?", when you have never beaten your wife. Of course what the speaker is asking and what he really means are also two different things. What he literally asks is can art kill people to save innocent people? What he means is can art save the lives of innocent people? So there is that play on words between what the speaker says and what he means which is meant as humorous. Then there is the juxtaposition of art and war. As they are two entirely different methods to attain two different ends the question is totally senseless, and any true artist would know this and respond correctly, however the vainglorious artist, as Tom labeled kapoor, who is basically a stand in for all of his ilk is speechless and has no answer, leading to the last line "I thought not" and leaving him looking like a fool, which of course he is. Of course one other side to this is that it exposes the military person as someone who has no conception of art. He can only see things in terms of their ability to help or not to help in a war. So he rightly concludes that kapoor's art is a waste, but he does so for the wrong reasons.

dale
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JM,

Is there some reason you are quoting Gabriele d'Annunzio at me? Did I do something to piss you off? Tom's the one that brought him up, not me. "What a silly sickle we weave." No...that's not quite right is it?

dale

[vagabond]

"So he rightly concludes that kapoor's art is a waste, but he does so for the wrong reasons. "
Hi Earthona! good explanation, thanx

[tectak]

christine,

The last six lines are ironic as art and war are such disparate things they cannot really be compared, thus the humor that arises from such a statement. Similar to the statement "have you quit beating your wife?", when you have never beaten your wife. Of course what the speaker is asking and what he really means are also two different things. What he literally asks is can art kill people to save innocent people? What he means is can art save the lives of innocent people? So there is that play on words between what the speaker says and what he means which is meant as humorous. Then there is the juxtaposition of art and war. As they are two entirely different methods to attain two different ends the question is totally senseless, and any true artist would know this and respond correctly, however the vainglorious artist, as Tom labeled kapoor, who is basically a stand in for all of his ilk is speechless and has no answer, leading to the last line "I thought not" and leaving him looking like a fool, which of course he is. Of course one other side to this is that it exposes the military person as someone who has no conception of art. He can only see things in terms of their ability to help or not to help in a war. So he rightly concludes that kapoor's art is a waste, but he does so for the wrong reasons.
 
dale
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JM,

Is there some reason you are quoting Gabriele d'Annunzio at me? Did I do something to piss you off?    Tom's the one that brought him up, not me. "What a silly sickle we weave." No...that's not quite right is it?

dale

Shit...I am only the massager!

OR sickle of waning moon that

shines on the deserted waters,

or sickle of silver, what harvest of dreams

wobbles a'l your mild flare here down!

Longings short leaves
of flowers of billows from one wood
exhaling all sea : not sing, not cry, does not
sound. On goes vast silence.

Oppressed is my love, pleasure,

the Pope he lives to adore you ...

OR ( and this is important!)sickle waning, what harvest of dreams

wobbles all your mild flare. Here you go!

It's all in the translation. Google rules KO?
tectak

[Erthona]

Tom,

For all of that you still didn't rhyme "d'Annunzio"

dale