Words that mean nothing
June 27, 2012
Art Is One
Fire in the books. In the metaphors. There is acid to be applied to your face. Like make-up. Words that mean nothing. Until they are laying down with one another.
I’ve never read the bible. From cover to cover. But I’ve read Huck Finn a dozen times. I can’t swim. But I’d rather drown in the Mississippi then Moses’ desert. Filled with false idols. Open your legs.
When I walk by museums. They threaten. To rearrange my face. Like a Picasso. Art is a bully. They try to draw you close. To see that magic brush stroke. And then you get two fingers in the eyes. Like the three stooges. I was hoping that we could do more than hope.