Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Having Writ
Having Writ
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on -- Omar Khayyam
If I could have my druthers...
Monday, June 22, 2009
Revolution
Revolution
Fly the flag high.
Saw a pic of the Titanic's 3rd class staircase. Didn't know they had one. Maybe it wasn't exactly known as such. Functional, if not quite as fancy as 1st and 2nd.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Move Along, Nothing to See Here
Move Along, Nothing to See Here
There's something about insubstantial art that invites the viewer to fill in the blanks. In my case, I fill them in with, "Why am I trying to envision what the art is supposed to be?! Isn't that what the artist is supposed to be doing for me?!" Haha, yes, I've been had again. The other one is supplying Chopsticks instead of a piano concerto. So there's another part of the art riddle for you: art ... is in ... the arrangement!
(but, but, but, ... I like Chopsticks! Well, Liberace's arrangement of it anyway...)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Archipelago
Archipelago
Statues peer out at you from behind the bushes on the islands of the fractal archipelago.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Communing with the Spirits
Communing with the Spirits
Ambient music is good for that. Listening to the muses. Music. Amusing. The Muse. Spirits.
My favourite amusing lyrics from pop music:
"Nothing came easy, nothing came free, nothing came at all until they... came after me!" - hmmm, then something came alright.
"What I choose... is my choice!" - haha, for a moment there, I thought I was actually getting something - Oh, I dunno, a pearl of wisdom, or something like that.
In a sense, when you appreciate the work of artists and composers who have passed away, you are communing with their spirits.
(lyrics from Alice Cooper and, I think, Smashing Pumpkins respectively)
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