"Behind Camozzi's"
posted by tearful dishwasher at 8:38 AM
Sunday, September 04, 2005
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- Name: tearful dishwasher
- Location: U.S. Outlying Islands
Fully engaged in the whole catastrophe
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4 Comments:
I leaned in close to read the words and felt....let down. I can't exactly say why. Still, I liked that feeling of anticipation, the leaning in of it. Reminded me of that oft-told story about how Lennon first met Ono in that gallery. He climbed up a white ladder, all the way to the top and peered at the tiny word on the ceiling: Yes. I love that story. And I love art that makes me work a little, makes me lean into it. Makes me want.
I wrote a poem for this. At the rate I'm going, I could write a book of poems based solely on your collages, Scott. (which brings to mind one of my favorite songs: If they asked me, I could write a book about the way you walk and whisper and look; I could write the preface of how we met so the world would never forget...)
Thanks for inspiring me always. Your images, even when they leave me wanting, always stir me.
Oh, and the reason I felt ever so slightly disappointed by the actual words on the shack is because, thanks to my allergy-blurred vision, I'd misread, or misanticipated them as: Missing you.
(unrelated question: does the word verification thingy in your comment box prevent spame? if so, where do get one of these thingies?)
Hey Laurel-
No fair. You're only supposed to be wowed by my work!
Well, sorry you didn't really like the text. But I do, so you're stuck with it.
The word verification thingy DOES stop spam. Go into your settings, and just turn on "Word Verification" under "comments" and you'll be good to go. It's a tiny pain in the ass, but it's better than wading through spam any day.
Thanks for dropping by. I'll go check your poem out.
Yrs-
Scott
I never said I wasn't wowed. And my feeling of being let down by the text was more my personal reaction to it which counts for nothing. I mean, seriously, more often than not, I want what can't be gotten from any poem or novel I read or piece of art I see and so on. I don't know that it's the art or artist's duty to fulfill my specfic wants and needs, is it?
Oh, this makes no sense. Nevermind.
Nevertheless, I don't recall ever saying I wasn't wowed.
Hey Girl-
I think you should go follow my directions. Hope your wasp stings are feeling better soon.
Yrs-
Scott
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