Thursday, January 12, 2006

If you were a tree

Here's another reason art is dead, again. The reviewer comes to the conclusion that the work is worthwhile pretty much only for "the thought and counter-thought that swirls around [the] work. Love it. Art as only an exercise for the critic. I suppose this is supposed to spur thought, or make us look at it differently, but it's a friggin' tree. The florid prose is self-serving. Geez. I'm glad he had this experience, but my god, take a walk in the park and look at some tree bark. Although I imagine it's hard to see with your head up your ass.

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