Insecticidal art

Jun 11, 2005 03:29

A large red ant was crawling along the toilet seat. I swept it into the bowl.

Then I felt a pang of regret: how awful to drown in someone's piss (fragrant as it may be) and that final cruel flush, oh!

Empathy was a painful, if short-lived, experience.
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I am not usually a cruel person. However, I enjoy a distinct sense of satisfaction in serving mosquitoes death. Pleasure is mixed with revulsion in the case of cockroaches.

Thus, my idea for living room display:

Gather several mosquitoes against a small, white canvas. Smack them against it.

Frame the finished canvas in smooth-grain dark wood.

Imagine the texture of their bodies, splattered little red dots of black and red in a single, traceable trail.

How the public would stir ... is it existentialist, conceptual, abstract, spiritual or nihilistic?

Insect rights activists would roar.

As they argue furiously, I will sit back quietly on the sofa with a smile.




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