Monday, March 2, 2009

Dear Diary,

I yam the floopy floobadoony doorstoppo. And you?

4 comments:

dagalti said...

Among the most tyrannical of all pressures the world attempts to exert on the artist is the ridiculous expectation that he/she should make sense. The naive world does not understands the artist's challenge in being honest in expression - and how exhausting that can itself be. Add to this the world trying to don the consumer's hat and treats art as yet another cosumable. It is hopeless.

The artist's sentiments towards the world in general- and this aspect in particular - is a heady mix of scorn and sympathy.

ofternoons-n-coffeespoons said...

ermmm.. uh.. ya ok, show off! hmph!!

:D but seriously, if my poor vocabulary and general reading serves me right... this seems like a long winded, well cushioned and deeply felt pat on the back with a 'run along, child'?

So, like Mr Poirot says, "I thank you."

P.S: I love how some people quote 'big big peoples' who are tough to understand and all that, and I borrow from the commonest and easiest of the available ones :D

dagalti said...

//seems like a long winded, well cushioned and deeply felt pat on the back with a 'run along, child'?//
Largely in that area.

To translate to Simplese: "I am quite lost but that's just fine. Please do carry on the same way".

PS: I am asked to type in 'wiselog'...very perceptive of this word verification thingie

ofternoons-n-coffeespoons said...

:D Oh my god... the infinite monkey theorem just came true...

I think I have a finite number of monkeys dancing round me head right now.. ok, bad one. I know.