Nittering nabobs of nadiric notions!
Clattering calliopes! cacophonous calling cards of conventional claptrap!
Ankle-deep in angst, Narcissus-X protests!
Have none understood? Have none comprehended? Have None But the Lonely Heart is available now! Just eight dollars and ninety nine cents, plus shipping and handling! Operators are standing by! Cary and Ethel and Pyotr piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Cary? Carrie? Carry! Carry Me back to Old Virginny is a Bland song. Literally.
Why would anyone want to pickle a pepper, of all things?
Pepper, pickle, Piper, Peter, Pyotr, protest!
Narcissus-X protests!
Cryogenic caverns of crystalline coruscance! Sailing a frozen sea, under an obsidian sky, Narcissus-X avers the ascendance of art!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Narcissus-X Ponders Perspectives
Stultifying conventions of mere representationalism. Mathematical pale of pretentious absurdities - as if linear perspective represented reasonable realms of realistic rendering, rending perceptions, perspectives, reality itself in unreal symmetries of gridlocked shackles from even Art, Art, Narcissus-X may become entrapped.
Penultimate precipice of palpable puffery!! Etopic enactments, eccentric eventualities of erroneous acumen! Narcissus-X recoils from such platitudinous, pedestrian pablum of presumed popular preferences!
But wait!
Narcissus-X is Artist!
But why?
Not as panderer to popular presentation of platitude parades. Not as slavish lackey to mere approximations of representational realism.
Not to be immured in a morass of mercantile mediocrities.
But is Narcissus-X naught but "not?"
Art for Art! Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X is for Art!
But is Art for Art and end? And is the end of Art for Art an end - and only an end? For What is Art, what is Artist, what is Narcissus-X if none but Narcissus-X knows Art?
Does not Narcissus-X display Art? Did not the Squirrel-King anoint Twitchimius as Guardian of the Golden Grove? And for what? To be ignored? To be beheld by the opposite wall? To be or not to be: That is the question.
But even as Hamlet did in vain assail the slings and arrows of Castle Cawdor, so does Narcissus-X display for the sake of walls.
Or was that Othello? It matters not, for Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X will prevail.
Narcissus-X will ponder perspectives.
Penultimate precipice of palpable puffery!! Etopic enactments, eccentric eventualities of erroneous acumen! Narcissus-X recoils from such platitudinous, pedestrian pablum of presumed popular preferences!
Perspectives
- or -
Frustrations of the Artist
One point!
Two point!
Three point!
More!
Four-point!
Five-point!
Seven-point!
Score!
But wait!
Narcissus-X is Artist!
But why?
Not as panderer to popular presentation of platitude parades. Not as slavish lackey to mere approximations of representational realism.
Not to be immured in a morass of mercantile mediocrities.
But is Narcissus-X naught but "not?"
Art for Art! Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X is for Art!
But is Art for Art and end? And is the end of Art for Art an end - and only an end? For What is Art, what is Artist, what is Narcissus-X if none but Narcissus-X knows Art?
Does not Narcissus-X display Art? Did not the Squirrel-King anoint Twitchimius as Guardian of the Golden Grove? And for what? To be ignored? To be beheld by the opposite wall? To be or not to be: That is the question.
But even as Hamlet did in vain assail the slings and arrows of Castle Cawdor, so does Narcissus-X display for the sake of walls.
Or was that Othello? It matters not, for Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X will prevail.
Narcissus-X will ponder perspectives.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Narcissus-X Beholds Crystal Penguins
Deconstructed dregs of drek and doom! Narcissus-X is artist! Narcissus-X is art! Narcissus-X cares not for frivolous foolery, feverishly ephemeral fantasies of sleek commercial intent!
For what is plot and character but the slavish cant of forlorn trivialities masquerading with pomp and circumstances beyond their control to ensnare the minds of readers in twisting labyrinthine coils of Ouroboros of New York including Bronx and Manhattan where Broadway lights the King and I to live and die on Broadway.
Away! Away! Away down east on Broadway!
But nay! But nay!
Not for naught does Narcissus-X declaim grim tidings under the obsidian sky. Look! The loon-red eyes of crystal penguins!
For what is plot and character but the slavish cant of forlorn trivialities masquerading with pomp and circumstances beyond their control to ensnare the minds of readers in twisting labyrinthine coils of Ouroboros of New York including Bronx and Manhattan where Broadway lights the King and I to live and die on Broadway.
Away! Away! Away down east on Broadway!
But nay! But nay!
Not for naught does Narcissus-X declaim grim tidings under the obsidian sky. Look! The loon-red eyes of crystal penguins!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Narcissus-X Transcends Draconian Coils
Narcissus-X rebounds from ragged rhyming rhapsodies of extinction.
For naught is Narcissus-X concerned with tales of woe imagined far away and long ago.
Draconian coils of disparaging doom pose stark contrast to reams of redolent rotifers. Dream on, dream dark dreams, drink deeply drams of dank philosophies while red-eyed loons tiptoe through the tulips. Do any see? Do any seek? Do any shatter the obsidian skies?
Obsidian skies loom over Narcissus-X. Are the lights stars? Or tiny cracks?
Down, down, down, delve deeper still and find the eggs of mistaken metaphors. Heed them not, for crystal penguins prowl.
For naught is Narcissus-X concerned with tales of woe imagined far away and long ago.
Draconian coils of disparaging doom pose stark contrast to reams of redolent rotifers. Dream on, dream dark dreams, drink deeply drams of dank philosophies while red-eyed loons tiptoe through the tulips. Do any see? Do any seek? Do any shatter the obsidian skies?
Obsidian skies loom over Narcissus-X. Are the lights stars? Or tiny cracks?
Down, down, down, delve deeper still and find the eggs of mistaken metaphors. Heed them not, for crystal penguins prowl.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Narcissus-X Broods on Freedoms of Tyranny
Namesake of Bavarian brothers.
Cotton and coffee to a muddle of mortgage.
Hoarder of art, calamitous fall.
Narcissus-X broods. How is it that mere moneyed marketers may trade in art on so vast a scale? Yet these philistine pretenders amass such arrays of art. And cannot understand what they possess!
And now, how fallen is Lehman! And the art, set free! And yet, not free: for it is to be auctioned. Even as the prison doors swing open, behold! They lead to yet another prison, walled with currency and roofed with securities.
Shall art never be free?
But if art were free, what of the Artist?
Narcissus-X ponders the imponderable, seeks depths beyond the shallow semblance of shimmering complacency as penguins with loon-red eyes stare remorselessly across an infinite gulf. Crystal penguins, shining with obsidian light.
Cotton and coffee to a muddle of mortgage.
Hoarder of art, calamitous fall.
Narcissus-X broods. How is it that mere moneyed marketers may trade in art on so vast a scale? Yet these philistine pretenders amass such arrays of art. And cannot understand what they possess!
And now, how fallen is Lehman! And the art, set free! And yet, not free: for it is to be auctioned. Even as the prison doors swing open, behold! They lead to yet another prison, walled with currency and roofed with securities.
Shall art never be free?
But if art were free, what of the Artist?
Narcissus-X ponders the imponderable, seeks depths beyond the shallow semblance of shimmering complacency as penguins with loon-red eyes stare remorselessly across an infinite gulf. Crystal penguins, shining with obsidian light.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Narcissus-X Recoils in Revulsion
Narcissus-X recoils in revulsion! That such a travesty be made of Art! Even of trivial Art! To offer enslaved Art for auction, shackled by chains of plutocratic avarice!
The insult!
The infamy!
The ignorance!
Paltry poltroons parading pompous pretensions of perception!
Moneyed meddlers: twisting Art with their travesties of cash and credit. Reducing to mere crass commercialism that which they neither understand nor can understand!
At least the buyer had the decency to bid anonymously. Perhaps the one who purchased - purchased!! - Nude, Green Leaves and Bust - REPRESENTATIONAL TRAVESTY!!!!!!!! - perhaps that person is an Artist. like Narcissus-X. Artist, perceptive, seeing - yet trammeled by treasure, bound by bounty, trapped in the iron grip of stocks and bonds. Living for Art! Striving for Art! Suffering for Art! But to what end?
To witness the sale of some conventional cubist claptrap at an auction! Auction!! As if mere money were value - and more money meant more value! Narcissus-X rejects such meaningless measures!
A work of that Spanish spackler. Artist, yes: but whose early promise was warped by the trammeling conventions of a stultifying society. But still not without some respect for Art: burning his works, rather than selling them to buy fuel. It is to such devotion to Art that Narcissus-X aspires. Ah! The exquisite anguish of burning Art, rather than sullying its purity with mere commerce.
Artist, beware! Despite pretensions of relevance, the Guernican greenie preferred practical profit to Art's abstract anguish! Profit!! Wealth!!! Villas in the south of France!!!!
Narcissus-X REJECTS!
The insult!
The infamy!
The ignorance!
Paltry poltroons parading pompous pretensions of perception!
Moneyed meddlers: twisting Art with their travesties of cash and credit. Reducing to mere crass commercialism that which they neither understand nor can understand!
At least the buyer had the decency to bid anonymously. Perhaps the one who purchased - purchased!! - Nude, Green Leaves and Bust - REPRESENTATIONAL TRAVESTY!!!!!!!! - perhaps that person is an Artist. like Narcissus-X. Artist, perceptive, seeing - yet trammeled by treasure, bound by bounty, trapped in the iron grip of stocks and bonds. Living for Art! Striving for Art! Suffering for Art! But to what end?
To witness the sale of some conventional cubist claptrap at an auction! Auction!! As if mere money were value - and more money meant more value! Narcissus-X rejects such meaningless measures!
A work of that Spanish spackler. Artist, yes: but whose early promise was warped by the trammeling conventions of a stultifying society. But still not without some respect for Art: burning his works, rather than selling them to buy fuel. It is to such devotion to Art that Narcissus-X aspires. Ah! The exquisite anguish of burning Art, rather than sullying its purity with mere commerce.
Artist, beware! Despite pretensions of relevance, the Guernican greenie preferred practical profit to Art's abstract anguish! Profit!! Wealth!!! Villas in the south of France!!!!
Narcissus-X REJECTS!
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