Terrance Lindall and the Death of Art . . .
I imagine the title of what Lindall is so peacefully reading, The Death of Art, to actually state -- once the dust is blown away -- The Death of Artist, thereby putting Lindall in danger, except that when more dust is blown away, the title reads The Death of Artistry, to our partial relief, but another puff of breath dispells more dust and previous misunderstanding, for the title now reads The Death of Artistry and All Artists -- to our alarm -- till yet another puff reveals The Death of Artistry and All Artists are Secure, gladdening us once more, but a sudden, stiff draft uncovers The Death of Artistry and All Artists are Secured in Cages, again alarming, but another whiff shows us The Death of Artistry and All Artists are Secured in Cages for Protection, thank God, but on and on it goes, world without end . . .
Moral: "Artists: ever threatened, never cowed . . . not even by coyotes."
Fine Print: Though large Brahman bulls might leave them a bit cowed . . .
Labels: Art, Terrance Lindall, Williamsburg Art and Historical Center
7 Comments:
"Art is Undead."
--Bram Stoker
Bram has always left me cowed . . .
Jeffery Hodges
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yeah, he was some cow boy. maybe one of those wolves treathening Terrance happens to be Dracula.
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P.S. that word-adding game of yours is so funny
:-D
Yeah, but I now need to work on word-subtraction . . .
Jeffery Hodges
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Art shall eat death.
Or, art shall serve death...
as a dish.
. . . of artists.
. . . dying of hunger.
Jeffery Hodges
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