09-27-2011, 08:14 AM
(09-27-2011, 05:50 AM)Ca ne fait rien Wrote: You rhymed Morrissey with Bourgeoisie :ODon't tell Morrissey, he'd try to stare at me miserably until I expired from not caring about his angst
Under yesterday and over yesterday and inbetween such weavings of brightly coloured threads - a montage worthy of...well whoever does those marvellous photomontages combined with collage (I forget the artist-)
It has a retro feel to it- tbh it brings as many personal images to me on reading it that it creates another montage of memories and personal images in my head. It is also like a social commentary, the decline of civilisation as it wallows in decadence and doesn't even know it is doing it.Ahem.
Nah, this is art.
(I really do love him, of course!)It's funny how some people we encounter in life are representative of the world's ills. The catalyst for this particular poem views art as something to match the decor, and ceremony is to be endured for the gratification at the end of it. Don't get me wrong, I like a good wallow in decadence myself now and then, but I do wonder if shallow people are just too stupid to know there's more below the surface.
Thanks for wandering through, Stef

It could be worse

Ahem.