Art CriticA Poem by Baby Ricochet
I was looking at a book of art
I thought I needed some culture So we went to a museum and looked at stupid sculptures We went to the Guggenheim The building was pretty cool It looked like a big a*s tea pot Made out of a cable spool So we went inside the building I was prepared to be impressed The first exhibit that we saw looked like a maintenance mess About a Gazillion extension cords were strung around the room The curator told some bullshit story About how it represented doom Then there was the giant canvas with the rope glued in the middle Meant to represent the ties of man or some such fucked up riddle There was some kind of mobile hanging around outside it looked kinda like a taxi crash mixed with formaldehyde Nothing looked like art to me It seemed to be a sham The talent was in perpetrating An art scene Nuevo scam So I asked the bitchy lady "Who comes up with this s**t?" My 5 year old autistic cousin Would be an art scene hit She just glared into my face Like she needed a laxative Then she said in a snotty tone Sir you're not being imaginative So I guess she had me pegged For a lowbrow philistine I say you don't have to be told what art's suppose to mean You don't need a sales pitch To feel art in your gut You know what it means to you That's what art's about If someone has to sell the hype of what art's suppose to mean Maybe it's just a giant hoax and a bullshit ponzi scheme © 2013 Baby RicochetReviews
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Added on January 25, 2013Last Updated on January 25, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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