Just say no, baby, no

Is what you read between the lines what you really wanted to know ? Is what you see what you thought you were supposed to get ? Is there any kind of honesty in those visuals, hanging on the wall like dead fishes drying in the heavy sunlight of the afternoon ? Is there anything there worth to get out of your bed, get up and walk that way, push that incredibly heavy door ? Was there any line written in any rotten newspaper that was able to push you out of that bed and make you push that same old door ? Why do you keep your two eyes open when you see this and what does your brain really do when this happen ? Is that really worth to move anymore ? Why did we do this ? Where are we going to ?

Art is art and doesn't need anything else to be anything else than art. Does this make sense by any chance ? Go figure, we don't know about it ourselves. And most likely don't want to know more than what we already know. Or knew, as there is nothing new. Anyway. Art is what you see or what you feel when you look at where you're looking at. And just after claiming what's in this previous sentence, none of both even still makes sense. It's either the first or the last. If you try harder, could be both. But the chances are tiny. So, what's art ?

We'd say either an illusion or a fantasy. Or maybe even the illusion of a fantasy. Something left when everything else has burnt. Burnt away but still lives as smoke for a couple more hours. Then goodbye. Art is a sudden goodbye, a huge goodbye or a silent goodbye. Each his own goodbye. Art is what nothing else is. Art isn't at all. Or isn't always equal to itself. It brings us back to the concepts of illusion and fantasy. Not dream, people who watch (or even worse: watch for) art are too much awaken to live a dream, they try to see what they want to see but irremediably fail. Art is failure.

So, why would we need it ? Truth is we don't need it. Or we don't need it any longer. Or art doesn't live here anymore. Up to you to see it with your own eyes. It doesn't really matter. Not tonight. She'll never be blond again...

Comments

[Samira]

It's so sad about her. Thanks for sharing here

[dbp]

she'll never be blond again.

at the end of the day, that's all that matters.
not the way we feel
not the way we pretend we feel
it's not about us
damn it.
it's too easy to say rest in peace, too easy to be sorry
we do this for ourselves
out of vanity, out of pleasure to feel sorry, out of tradition
there's no truth, you are right
there's no logic
no 'what if?...', no 'why?...' or 'how?..'
we accept it
we regret it
we feel sorry
but it does not matter.
we do this for ourselves.

she will never be blond again...
she will never be.