Poetry comes alive only when recited; plays when put on stage —without voice both seem dead on paper. That's why, sometimes, a mediocre poet, but who can deliver his lines will sound brilliant. Is there anything more boring and pointless —reading a play?
For the best readers were jazz musicians, Jack of course, first among the equals...
The hideous painted dreck of Baselitz, Penck, Anselm Kiefer and other post-culture buffaloes. Not for me, thank you very much.
Indeed, the emperor of the 20th century art, since ca. 1950, hath neither shame nor royally resplendent robes.
Ein Ruf haben. To have a purpose. Heidegger
Talent is common; original talent is hare. Hoffman
There seems to be something that you can do so much with paint; after that you murder it. Franz Kline
One of the loveliest little canvases—in the collection of the Univ. of Iowa Art Museum. Obscure painter named Erbsloch; an oil sketch of tennis players ca. 1910 —the Innocence before Darkness.
"We get more precious as the years pass" Johnny Hallyday (from 'Man on the Train'). True, we become more interesting once we pass fifty. Women become more beautiful; men start coming into their own. Youth is greatly overrated, violent and stupid. Glad you can't remain stuck in that cloud of Ego stupidity. But, yet terror of it being incessantly rammed down our throats through the Orwellian Hollywood sewer lines...
The Ontario bathroom insight:
Function supersedes frills (decoration).
Zen of the Quick (The Quick and the Dead):
|"Congo" by Bill Baziotes|
It came From Zen Actually not from "Phil Jackson" (roll eyes)...
Just do it!
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Boris Gregoric 2011