So I shared this poem and it was a really good Tuesday night. Tuesday was a really good day <3
Contemporary Art
you once told me that
the future is here, everything we dreamed of and more
people and technology have begun to exist as one entity
the lack of newspapers, conversation in coffee shops, music with audible lyrics
we carry little boxes that free us from the mundane world
A false sense of connection because we are physically attached to the internet
Inadequate to be just human, our transformation to cyborg is almost complete
the death of culture is imminent, as my mother always said
it seems we as a species have lost the capacity to feel, love, live.
I sit in English class where they tell me that
art is dead, dead as the nail in a coffin, dead as mackerel, dead as the Roman Empire
perhaps it was the first thing to go
where is the stylistic technique, the realistic nature of portraits, the imagery, they ask with angry eyes.
have we become so desperate that everything frivolous, pointless, absurd has meaning?
how is a blank canvas with a single blue stripe art?
art no longer resembles anything.
it has devolved into something beyond our grasp of understanding
art is clearly dead.
I sit on a practically empty bus but manage to hear a hysteric girl saying that
love is dead, dead as the nail in a coffin, dead as mackerel, dead as the Roman Empire
it’s hard to argue with her when love is as simple as swiping left or right after a two second impression.
how is that we trust a calculated computerized formula more than feelings, inclination, emotions?
because of feminism, apparently chivalry has evolved, changed, and completely disappeared
because in this world of formulas and mechanic impulses we can no longer comprehend what real unadulterated emotion feels like
love is clearly dead.
