Friday, October 2, 2009

Narcissus-X Contemplates Bleakly Banal Bandwagons

Bleakly banal bandwagons beckon. How easily Narcissus-X could step, step, step, step up to the side: climb in and be carted away. Lovely lucre.

But no! Narcissus-X is artist. Not for Narcissus-X the tawdry trappings of crass commercialism. To be constrained? To be directed? To daub and draft and draw in dreary, dismal, debilitating drudgery? No!

Narcissus-X is artist. Narcissus-X creates. Narcissus-X perceives, ponders, weaves dark threads among the gray.

Narcissus-X, paid for putting paltry pablum before the masses? Ha! No such demeaning insult will Narcissus-X heap upon Narcissus-X. For Narcissus-X is artist. And art must be sustained.


Renée said...

I find this really interesting. Is there any deeper purport?

Brian, aka Nanoc, aka Norski said...


Is there any deeper purport?

I rather doubt it. The (fictional) Narcissus-X takes himself very, very seriously - but I don't particularly.

I do, however, occasionally allow myself to vent feelings from the silly side of my mind, through this blog.

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