discussions in art history have been reminding me forcibly of this poem. also, for those who know: imagine that gober has been given a comprehensive knowledge of the history of modern art, and also a good dose of mrs. coulter's favorite fixation. that's my art history professor, except with a more carefully maintained goatee.
Rant and Ramble
Previous posts
- oh lord, save me. i'm drowning in metaphor.
- i'm angry, so deep in my gut that it's wrapped aro...
- at best, we exist as hypotheses, a series of ideas...
- "you gotta have rain in your life, yeah you gotta ...
- neither are we accustomed to working in inks. not...
- hi. i just painted a triptych. i rule.
- walking home, the three of us, housemates, talking...
- it's all the same. take something out of reach, a...
- the day sifts slowly away, light reaching through ...
- we hiked through the woods near his house, and i w...