In college we used to give each other ten random words and ask for a poem that sounds meaningful and deep but on serious examination is clearly pretentious twaddle.
Bugger, I apparently like pretentious twaddle. On a tangent however isn't this a bit woods/tree falls/scream/no-one around sort of thingy? [I added the scream to be a pretentious rebel, clearly got my groove on] Or perhaps one man's art is another man's pretension.
Beauty lies in the beholder, there are some "
art" pieces I just don't understand, and never will, but I hold off on panning them completely because many others can clearly "
see" something I can't.
Remember those pictures that became the vogue a long will back, I think they called them stereograms or something, the idea being if you stared at it long enough you could make out "
a picture within a picture", all I ever got was a headache.
I'm a sucker for words, I like reading them, writing them and saying them, and given I am a miserable git who generally avoids any kind of social occasion, that's saying something [play on the word thing - totally rad huh?].
