I Am For An Art
"I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or violent, or whatever is necessary.
I am for an art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in the sky.
I am for an art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice-cream cones dropped on concrete. I am for the majestic art of dog-turds, rising like cathedrals.
I am for an art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.
I am for an art of fat truck tires and black eyes.
I am for U.S. Government Inspected Art, Grade A art, Regular Price art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Ready-to-eat art, Best-for-less art, Ready-to-cook art, Fully cleaned art, Spend Less art, Eat Better art, Ham art, Pork art, Chicken art, Tomato art, Banana art, Apple art, Turkey art, Cake art, Cookie art.
I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street."
Claes Oldenburg 1967
8 Comments:
Poop in a bag?
Art!
Anyone can post a poem on their blog. What a cheap way of making people think about stuff. By the way, I am for art that is thick. Like, the paint is thick and the canvas is thick and the frame is thick. I like thickness in my art. And Alan Thicke in my television.
Fart!
Thank you, Robin. I belive my Taste is my greatest attribute.
My Smell is my greatest asset.
Oh, yeah. Anonymous comments are gone. Thanks a lot, Anonymous, for ruining it for everyone!
oh did wittle anonymous hurt your feeeeewings??? I thought their rudeness was addressed to my stupid comment but it was probably your post. I'm very self absorbed. But it's sad because I was planning on being very nice to you and just leaving my vitriolic steve-bashing to my anonymous alter-ego that I was planning on creating. I was going to call her smandy smurphy. Or the bad sam club. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to continue being rude to you as myself.
I'll bet it was Alan Thicke, that weasel.