A Poem for April Fool's Day (with apologies to Dr. Suess)
On an Island hard to reach
Sat the East Beast on his Beach
On the West Beach sat the West Beast
Each Beach Beast thinks he's the Best Beast.
Which Beast is Best? Well, I thought at first
The Western way, we'd all be cursed.
But I realized looking West from East
Who cares? It's all one big Freak Feast.
Sat the East Beast on his Beach
On the West Beach sat the West Beast
Each Beach Beast thinks he's the Best Beast.
Which Beast is Best? Well, I thought at first
The Western way, we'd all be cursed.
But I realized looking West from East
Who cares? It's all one big Freak Feast.
posted by Edward_ at
9:26 AM
1 Comments:
Often I try on thoughts for size ...
Aside from the business and cultural rationals here , what if the rise of the flip is simply based on a shift in our digital age of time lines? What if the "duration" of an art works life span (if you will) has shortened -or quickened. What if the art work is no longer generational but has become more seasonal like fashion? Maybe our 15 minutes of fame now can only be 15 seconds of zoom?
If we describe buzz/hype now as going viral, maybe our - not attention span, but our concentration span has shrunk - what if the artworld has simply caught up to the reality of an attention defecit disordered society.
Maybe flipping has become so prevalent because we ponder less and jump to other hyperlinks easier-
Maybe we can't be enthralled so easily anymore? Maybe we live in an epoch of chasing derivative rabbits all at once?
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