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!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Narcissus-X Contemplates the Nadiric Zenith
Narcissus-X contemplates the nadiric zenith of recursive revulsion.
Again and again and again the philistine purveyors of prefabricated pseudo-art, like plebeian Potiphars, throw pretentious pomposities! Casting uncultured pearls before swine, these pretenders defame Art!
Art! True Art! Narcissus-X is True Artist! Wrenching wretched realities into the dark of night! Illuminating the unilluminable as flocks of red-eyed penguins streak overhead!
Again and again and again the philistine purveyors of prefabricated pseudo-art, like plebeian Potiphars, throw pretentious pomposities! Casting uncultured pearls before swine, these pretenders defame Art!
Art! True Art! Narcissus-X is True Artist! Wrenching wretched realities into the dark of night! Illuminating the unilluminable as flocks of red-eyed penguins streak overhead!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Narcissus-X Returns From the Digital Abyss
Away, anachronistic antagonists and your archaic obsession with forms and figures!
For Narcissus-X heeds not mere philistine concerns of from whence lucre flows and where it goes. What use such trivialities to the Artist?
For Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X perceives! Ponders! Creates!
Let puerile pettifoggers of philistine intent deal with such gross matters. Let Narcissus-X perceive! Ponder! Create! For deep in the digital abyss has Narcissus-X delved: finding wonder and fanged ducks with raven wings flying across loon-lit lakes of livery stables.
For Narcissus-X heeds not mere philistine concerns of from whence lucre flows and where it goes. What use such trivialities to the Artist?
For Narcissus-X is Artist! Narcissus-X perceives! Ponders! Creates!
Let puerile pettifoggers of philistine intent deal with such gross matters. Let Narcissus-X perceive! Ponder! Create! For deep in the digital abyss has Narcissus-X delved: finding wonder and fanged ducks with raven wings flying across loon-lit lakes of livery stables.
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