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Started by TinyMcOtter on 11-Dec-2017 14:10:52
Describe everyday things in the style of an artist statement.

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virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 08:37:29 (#1 of 53)

Much like the work of the poster formerly known as "lapsed", the first post of this thread attempts what has become known as "shit whimsy" in common parlance.

Moschops - 12 Dec 2017 08:45:11 (#2 of 53)

Just as on one level, the post above from virgil demonstrates a celebration of the mundane, through the use of 'shit whimsy' we can see a deeper ennui about the world at large, and a deliberate ambiguity between the adjective 'shit' and the verb 'to shit'. Why does virgil wish to shit whimsy, has his life become so jaded he feels the urge to evacuate all that is superflous to his bare existence? Only he can answer that.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 08:58:26 (#3 of 53)

In Derrida's critique of the relationship between text and meaning, he mentions that posters who feel the need to comment glibly on the former posts of a thread are often caught up in the textual simplistic nature of expression without actually expressing, in any qualitative way, the oftentime axiomatic variability that should connote established rational commentary.

thisonehasalittlehat - 12 Dec 2017 09:06:32 (#4 of 53)

No he doesn't.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 09:16:26 (#5 of 53)

Post #4 is too short and tellingly nonspecific to qualify as an "artist statement" in any meaningful understanding.

invicta - 12 Dec 2017 09:16:46 (#6 of 53)

Here we see two artists whose work is rooted firmly within the exigencies of the early 21st century. We need not ask "what does it mean?", as the forms are straightforward, over-familiar, banal, even; but rather we must ask "Why is it here?", for it is here that we find the revelation of the latter day artistic truths. And those truths are devastating. Art is struggling to exist in the age of rapid content generation, the artist faced with the need to continue to produce not their best work, but their fastest, or fade into oblivion. These works should not be valued for their form, but for their unspoken intent, a human scream of defiance every bit as powerful as the disordered swirl of Munch's defining work.

I am here. Help me.

Txt from Nicholas Serota: U OK HUN?

thismorning - 12 Dec 2017 09:28:41 (#7 of 53)

Art ffs obviously has manifold effusions of ambiguity as well an implicit whateverness (Plato on Hopperwheel of existential representational exaggerated iconic pathos "found" in "her" persona-gratia "if" geminized style regressions extending the validity of lapseism, furious with the "wang" of folk artists quoted in the critical polarities of neo- Virgilistic "discords" that frustrate the vendors of Lebanese immigration cheapening popular surrealistic canards. Devolution of the trumpetcoral dying in the blue reefs of jazz influences.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 09:35:24 (#8 of 53)

Post #7 is beginning to plumb the depths of an existential dilemma long plaguing the ennui of several discordantly deconstructed realities; namely the cognitive dissonance between the expression of a reality and the reality itself, as Baudrillard noted in his critique of pure treason.

thismorning - 12 Dec 2017 09:44:50 (#9 of 53)

And what of the mustard on the purple shirt forever engaged in a struggle for a peaceful solution to the predicament of a life co-dependent with the death of death?

popperhead - 12 Dec 2017 09:48:35 (#10 of 53)

I know what I like, and this thread is a bag o shite. What's wrong with a nice thread about kittens?

flossy - 12 Dec 2017 09:48:47 (#11 of 53)

Post #4 has much to be admired. It is not often that we are fortunate enough to have such direct thoughts articulated on to the very paper we are reading. In my case I was lucky enough to find it cut into pieces and hanging on a piece of string, in the loo.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 09:54:40 (#12 of 53)

Dali's answer to the glib truncation of post #4 would be to post a post with his signature only, allowing the reader to fill in any post she, he or other might deem expedient to the continuity of the thread itself, rather than a flimsy ad hom by an obvious parvenu.

thismorning - 12 Dec 2017 09:55:00 (#13 of 53)

The wise settle for mushy peas.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 09:55:46 (#14 of 53)

Fools rush in.

thismorning - 12 Dec 2017 09:58:49 (#15 of 53)

But by doing so the non-sequitur escapes with the poet's social security number. And what of the drink trolley and its unrequited love for chocolate eclairs?

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 10:04:46 (#16 of 53)

See post #14.

thisonehasalittlehat - 12 Dec 2017 10:05:06 (#17 of 53)

Derrida never said anything remotely resembling that. That was my point.

virgil5 - 12 Dec 2017 10:07:14 (#18 of 53)

humorless bastard



Very good. Thank you.

thismorning - 12 Dec 2017 10:09:02 (#19 of 53)

That post will not be 14 until, now, well by the Mass, I did give her suck that Pentacost when Harry died, oh such a sweet babe she was.

flossy - 12 Dec 2017 10:11:05 (#20 of 53)

Obviously #19 loses je ne se quoi in its translation. But then perhaps it never had any to begin with.

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