II. Red Sun Saint.

[maleficentia]

Comments

[bonesandbottles]

Unless we're talking about an Edward Hopper painting. Or a poem about an Edward Hopper painting. Nothing ever happens in those. It's post-happening.

[maleficentia]

I'm content, so long as it's paintings and poems, which have always struck me as more of a cloud of impression than an extended narrative (Unless--well, Beowulf and the ilk). Hopper's paintings are still about the aftermath and the empty spaces, though. That tells something.

[bonesandbottles]

Also, what is considered compelling is relative. That's where it gets tricky.

[maleficentia]

You're right, of course. A week ago, I'd have been content with just rule #2.

Then I took in a show of what, apparently, they're calling performance art these days.

[mclovinit]

Are you calling us Yokos like Yoko Onos?

[maleficentia]

Two points to the man in the back.

[mclovinit]

What does that have to do with writing shit, homes? All she ever did was break up the Beatles.

[maleficentia]

A) I'm referring to artistic work in general, despite the focus on drama and fiction.

B) That's not even remotely true. She also subjected society to her performance 'artwork.'

[hatesbears]

Why you be hating, Cynthia Lennon, why.

[maleficentia]

She stole John. Her child's the more famous of the two. I'm understandably bitter.

[hatesbears]

And you're fug as!

[maleficentia]

Woe.

[fathergander]

Profound.

[maleficentia]

So concise, and yet so telling.