Arrested frustrations festooned with filtered folly! To die! to sleep! To sleep! Perchance to dream! Rubes rubbing rubber baby buggy bumpers!
Electric penguins flash adamant cymbals clashing against the iron sky!
To die? When die-cut stickers make mockery of Art?! Out, out, brief shish kebab of silent sibilance!
Never! Never shall Narcissus-X say "die!" For Narcissus-X is Art, and Art is Narcissus-X, and Art must out!
Or is that "murder must out?" No, that's "murder will out," or "Murder Must Advertise:" NO! NO! NO! Simplistic shamans of simpering solutions!!! Or was that Sherlock Holmes?
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Silent sibilance! Sibilant silence! She sells sea shells by the sea shore, but never asks for whom the bell tolls!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Should Art ape actuality?
And if Art ascends beyond the habitually hackneyed mediocrity of mendacious manipulations? Away with aesthetics! Begone, platitudinous posturings!
But what then?!
If Art abdicates aesthetics, retreats from reason, disdains the poetry of sight: does art become anti-Art?! And if anti-Art be Art, then Art, to be Art, must oppose the shimmering shibboleth of sententious anti-Art?!
For if anti-Art is the formalistic anti-formalism of conventional informalistic eccentricity? Then Art must, if Art is to be truly free from the fetters of convention: adhere to conventions?!
Narcissus-X must ponder this imponderable puzzle.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Narcissus-X Avers
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!
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!
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.
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