Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Ill At Easel

This is not where art and commerce meet. This is where commerce slips something in art's drink. Steel coffins, gears grinding with glee. There's space on the conveyor belt for one more. This one's old and rusted, jaded and the green has faded. We need more bright dreams to sell. Who knows. It could be you.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

HA! Yes, Commerce slipping things into Art's drink. So true *sigh*...
Unfortunately

Anonymous said...

*Width adds a dimension to length.

Depth adds a dimension to length and width.

The world is at least three-dimensional*

becca said...

love this line: "This one's old and rusted, jaded and the green has faded."

Kate said...
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Chop Logik said...

I have so many, it would be rude not to feed the machine at least a couple!

..a lot of people worked really hard to make that monstrosity.

Formysake said...

I love the first line and I mean love it.

FMS

Anonymous said...

I have to constantly remind myself of this.