When you've reached the point where seeing the abominations on the covers of the new romance novels is one of the serious high points of your days, you know it's something approaching a time to buy, rent, or otherwise aquire some form of life. Also, they're actually not as horrible this month as they are usually, and I refuse to admit how depressed that's making me.
I'm now back to pondering the nature of hoaxes again (Question: If you have gone out of your way to create the worst poetry in the universe, and you turn something out that is widely considered to have real literary merit, was that a success or a failure? This is actually not a purely rhetorical question, either.) and wondering what's been eaten in my abscence that I have yet to notice (also not purely rhetorical. I didn't notice that my left sock was now toeless until earlier this morning).
At this rate, I'm starting to consider it a victory just to get through a work day without throttling someone or dying of boredom in extremity and I think it's just the sneaking suspicion (again) that I'm getting too old that's keeping me from tossing the towel in on all of this. At the rate we're going, I probably won't have a job in 6 months, anyway, and we'll probably have to live somewhere all-wizard, which will make it a moot point anyway.
August 31 2005, 05:23:32 UTC 6 years ago
And I'll buy you some new socks tomorrow.
August 31 2005, 05:30:33 UTC 6 years ago
And it's not the socks that are really at issue, you know. I'm not hurting for socks, I'm just looking blissfully towards the days when I no longer have to worry if my possessions are fated to become chew toys.
August 31 2005, 05:33:52 UTC 6 years ago
He's getting better. He's almost outgrown that awkward phase and all.
August 31 2005, 05:45:53 UTC 6 years ago
And about how much longer do we get to experience the joys of the awkward phase before it becomes another happy little memory?
August 31 2005, 05:48:48 UTC 6 years ago
Fuck, I'm going to have to find a new job.
Can't be too much longer, can it? Remember when I first brought him home and he ate your favourite pair of shoes? God he was so cute then. They grow up so fast...
August 31 2005, 05:51:46 UTC 6 years ago
And I remember. Believe me, I remember. Are they always like...I don't know, fitful teenagers, or whatever?
August 31 2005, 05:54:26 UTC 6 years ago
Look, he's getting better slowly. I am sure that very soon he'll discover that the toys I lavish upon him are far more interesting and delicious than anything you've ever used to cover parts of your body.
August 31 2005, 06:02:51 UTC 6 years ago
Right. And then he'll probably, I don't know, discover how to break into the refridgerator or something. Mark my words, one day he'll eat us out of house and home, and then where will we be, hm?
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This is a tough one, because if everyone sees your poetry for what it is (a hoax), then you've not been very subtle about it at all, have you? But if it's treated as poetry with literary merit then you were likely too subtle, and it's just an inside joke between you and yourself.
But if everyone fell for it you might the get pleasure of revealing it as a hoax later, right?
August 31 2005, 21:32:04 UTC 6 years ago
I've actually read some poetry from people who were trying this sort of thing which was a lot better than some 'real' poetry...
August 31 2005, 23:03:56 UTC 6 years ago
I don't really know much about poetry, I guess. Oh, except I know enough to know it doesn't have to rhyme to be good.
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At least that's what the epipath on this comic I once read said. I remember it because I liked it.
August 31 2005, 23:38:07 UTC 6 years ago
But I think the statement works. Art is whatever you can scam someone else into calling art, I suppose. Even better if you can get them to call it 'art' as they're cutting you a cheque or two.
August 31 2005, 23:45:37 UTC 6 years ago
Wasn't a toilet in a museum once? On display, I mean.
August 31 2005, 23:56:08 UTC 6 years ago
And it was a urinal, and that was Duchamp as part of the whole Dada movement. I think the underlying idea was supposed to be something like 'If this is in a museum, does it then become art in a way it isn't if it's in a pub?'
Or maybe just 'Hey, I'm Marcel Fucking Duchamp, look what I can do!'
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It's the notion of absolutes that I have trouble with, though. They seem to exist by design rather than nature. Something that looks to be an absolute failure now could well be a crucial success elsewhere. I know I'm talking in platitudes here but the question of how things shift according to context has been on my mind a lot lately.
September 1 2005, 00:21:51 UTC 6 years ago
And I've never liked the idea of absolutes, at all. There's nothing in the universe that is an absolute, really, in the way we imagine. I tend to think that the entire idea is merely a side effect of the way our brains evolved, a little like children being afraid of the dark.
And whether something's a failure or a success in retrospect, it's not going to be either in a billion years. 'I am Ozymandas...' and the sands stretch far away and all that rot.
September 1 2005, 00:25:57 UTC 6 years ago
Musical adverts for Weird Warwick's Wand Warehouse not withstanding.
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September 1 2005, 01:41:27 UTC 6 years ago
As far as I can tell, the concept of an absolute follows from the fact of physical death: The world goes on, but you and your loved ones don't. The drive to get up in the morning and live has got to be tied to the resistance against dying.
I always liked the perversity of a poet with a death-wish giving life to a forgotten king.
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