C.R.A.P. June 1, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Humor, People, Poetry, Word Play.comments closed
Wikipedia ~ Avant-Garde (in Public Domain)
Rules of syntax, grammar, spelling, and punctuation are guidelines for the weak.
Just write.
Be rule-less and ruthless. Don’t let them put you into a box or on a pedestal.
Feel free!
Creativity, with a capital “C,” knows no boundaries. Neither do we.
Deal with it.
Rules, with a capital “R,” can be ignored, unless you’re clueless.
You do have a clue, don’t you?
When we throw chocolate syrup, pico de gallo, and guacamole on sheets, it’s Art, with a capital “A.”
Clothesline optional.
When we toss disjointed words and phrases into the wind, it’s Poetry, with a capital “P.”
Watch!
Free verse. No verse. Converse. Universe.
Easy peas-y, chocolate pudding pop, pie.
Don’t believe me? . . . ask Popeye.
Wikipedia ~ Hey Diddle Diddle (in Public Domain)
We are the avant-garde. The front runners. Poets on patrol.
Haven’t you heard about the man who walked the crooked mile?
We don’t need no stinking rules to keep us in line, dotting each “i” and crossing each “t.”
We color outside the lines!
We celebrate our Creative Rule-less Art and Poetry . . . and if “they” weren’t so jealous, they would embrace our C.R.A.P. too!
Damn the critics . . . full steam ahead.
Aah . . . that’s better!
Wikipedia ~ Avant-Garde (in Public Domain)
Have you ever looked at an avant-garde creation and wondered why The Emperor’s New Clothes popped into your head?
Did its (obvious-to-you) nakedness become the Elephant in the Room as others murmured in mesmerized fascination (inspired, perhaps, by drug-induced hallucinations and delusions of their own yet-to-be discovered grandeur)?
Or did you spill the beans and upset the processional pomp and circumstance by blurting out what you saw, like that innocent child on the street?
“Look, mommy. The Emperor’s naked!”
If we don’t speak up, mediocrity may devolve into “Idiocracy.”
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