Going All The Way 3
By Steve
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"The MET. Yes, place of places. People, places, and things. Yes, the MET has a place in the places that I visit. I go to the modern art section. I see pain; I see confusion. Lines thrown on the canvas by Jackson Pollock. STill the Artist is outside the work... gestural lines which suggest accidents. Pain, ignorance, confusion, but it's just lines, colors, forms. That's all art is, it says. No meaning, just look at what is in front of you. DO not overinterpret. DO not think. Life is meaningless. Reminds me of modern poetry. Things and words. Words and their relation to things. The final death is the death of the Will. Then comes Opt art which suggests that even lines, colors, and forms are illusions. Perspective, warped perspective. Then Andy Warhol which suggests that everything can be interpreted in different ways. NO two Campbell Soup cans are the same. Context changes everything. Context is meaning. There is no Jacqueline Kennedy but the Jackie Kennedy we've created. Yes. It's all so heavy. Life is so heavy and I have to bear all these burdens. Being a Korean. I can't shake off my identity like shaking off an umbrella after a shower of rain. It's all useless. I am what I am. Or is it? Warhol started out democratizing absolute forms of lines, colors, and forms and then he moves to the position that everything is appearance, everything is opinion. There is no absolute form, no absolute truth but that there is no absolute truth. Warhol becomes a parody of himself. I feel light like air. I want to go dance all night long. I love NYU and New York. I love America. Land of Freedom. Land of Mark Twain. Land of the Great Gatsby. I love the Great Gatsby. All night long, all night, all night long, all night. Songs, songs, with a copy of Ulysses, I will map out New York, and see all the sites of the whirllled. Lovely, lovely, new york. Everything is beautiful. Everywhere it is sacred. There is no difference between the original and the copy. New York is Dublin is Seoul. The whirlled is becoming smaller and smaller while the Universe is becoming bigger and bigger. It takes a village. It takes a smile. Somewhere i have travelled beyond all experience... i do not know what it is about you that opens and closes, only something in me understands... does something in me understand the voice of all roses?"
Professor:
-What in the world is this? Is this really a paper on a piece of modern artwork in the MET?
Sister:
-I wanted to be original.
Professor:
-This is sheer Jjampong. You know the term. It's just a mix of impressions and private thoughts.
Sister:
-We could discuss it over lunch?
Professor:
-Are you asking me out on a date?
Sister:
-I'm your sister in the Afro-American sense of the word.
Professor:
-I'm a Professor, not a boyfriend.
Sister:
-I don't like anyone else. I just like you.
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Refreshingly off-the-wall in
Refreshingly off-the-wall in a grounded kind of way. Very energetic writing.
Parson Thru
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Same to you and, yes, I do.
Same to you and, yes, I do.
I'll pick Ulysses up again at some point. I left them all in the pub. They won't have gone far.
Parson Thru
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