On Modern Art

I didn’t get modern art. Especially conceptual pieces, 

 How can a toilet be a piece of art? It seems so degrading compared to,

I thought this way for the longest time, don’t even remember what changed my mind but it seems to me the reason modern art does the inexplicable because it liberates the artists, allowing them the freedom to do whatever they want. In a weird way I wonder if their taunting us, 

It’s almost like I can hear them saying you can do this. No matter who you are anyone can make art as long as you try to look at the world around you, see things in new ways, and find whatever expresses yourself.

Haggard Faces part 5

part 6 is here:     http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/11/haggard-faces.html
part 4 is here:     http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016_09_01_archive.html

Missiles spew as the escalator folds inward, they narrowly lunge upon another platform. The one who seems to sneer bolts up saying.

“Quick to the ledge!”  There rapid motions barely gaze at the object hanging mid air some feet away. An immense 20 sided silvery dice slowly rolls constantly via engines blazing out at each number. At ledges end mass amounts of automated floating plaques slowly hunch towards their approaching guests.

The Other Nother Poem

A dove

Drifts

In lost isles

Steer backwards

By infectious

Piercing

Shear wings

Scab in dry blood.

Haggard Faces Part 4

part 5 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/10/haggard-faces-part-5.html
part 3 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

Steps drop rise flip even seem to dip in weightless loops. Approaching, hovering clones shape like seashells with elliptic etches open pitiless slits bearing laser cannons.

                “Get down!” the one who seems to sneer cowers as heat blasts slightly scorch their casings. Convulsive dashes evade imminent shots.  

“Remind me again why we didn’t bring firearms?” the one who seems to frown huffs in wavering jolts.

“We’re almost there.” one who seems to smirk guides the others.

Tennyson

I held it true, the dark house bought by one who should not bring envy. O yet we trust my bed. If sleep and death brings newborns, be near me. I cannot see what hope is here. How pure at heart wild bells ring out. O wast thou with me, my living Will.

Haggard Faces Part 3

part 4 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016_09_01_archive.html
part 2 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/07/haggard-faces-part-2.html

Crumbling to pieces flung wires and robotic chips snap to the ground. Hidden sirens rise as faint blares amplify in the air. 

“The Escalator! The one whose face seems to smirk points as it slowly detaches from the platform. One step closing on top of another, dashing forwards the one who grits its teeth grapples the steps, bearing it nearer.  

“Hurry,” it groans. Hastily boots are snatched being worn, they leap upon the stairway. The one gripping it nears the platform.

“I’m going to let go, meet you back on the ship.”  Hands slip, the escalator closes in.

Haggard Faces Part 2

part 3 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

part 1 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/06/haggard-faces-part-1.html


A silver plated mouth flies towards them. "Greetings, I am your hostess 3.14159 our tour will begin shortly but before we begin you must first follow the safety guidelines, under no circumstances are you to step on the inverted escalator without wearing your magnetic boots which can be found to your left. Remember although we are allowed to be within twenty feet of the estate it is still a private residence, are there any questions?"
"Yea," said the one who seems to sneer.
"How do we get in?"
"...You cant." the hostess replies.
"I see."
Raise fists plow into the hostess mouth.