ART ARK
Recitation:
Once upon a time…
Sometime ago back on the east coast
In New York City, to be exact…
A bunch of artists and painters and
sculptors and musicians and
poets and writers and dancers
and architects
Started feeling real superior
to their ego-counter-parts
Out on the West Coast…so,
They all got together and decided
They would show those snotty surfer upstarts
A thing or two about the Big Apple
And…they hired themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny
Chrome-plated cab-over
Peterbilt…
With mudflaps, stereo, tv, AM & FM radio,
Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper…
All fresh
With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK"
Printed on the side of the door
With solid 24 karat gold leaf type…
And they filled up this truck
With the most significant piles
And influential heaps of Art Work
To ever be assembled in Modern Times,
And it sent it West…to chide
Cajole, humble and humiliate... the Golden Bear.
And this is the true story of that truck…
A Truckload of Art
From New York City
Came rollin down the road
Yeah the driver was singing
And the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over
And she rolled off the road
Yeah a Truckload of Art
is burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered
All over the ground
And it's a terrible sight
If a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
(Yodel)
Yeah the driver went sailing
High in the sky
anding in the gold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said
"Son, you're better off dead
Than haulin a truckload
full of hot avant-garde
(chorus)
Yes... an important artwork
Was thrown burning to the ground
Tragically... landing in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen
Ahhh for miles all around
Yeah but nobody... knows what it means
Yes… a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's a tough job for the highway patrol
Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke
An come runnin to poke
Then dig a deep ditch
And throw the arts in a hole
(Yodel)
Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's raging far-out of control
And what the critics have cheered
Is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews
Have been stewed on the road
(chorus)
Truckload Of Art, Lubbock (on everything), Terry Allen
(agora também com violinos...)
Once upon a time…
Sometime ago back on the east coast
In New York City, to be exact…
A bunch of artists and painters and
sculptors and musicians and
poets and writers and dancers
and architects
Started feeling real superior
to their ego-counter-parts
Out on the West Coast…so,
They all got together and decided
They would show those snotty surfer upstarts
A thing or two about the Big Apple
And…they hired themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny
Chrome-plated cab-over
Peterbilt…
With mudflaps, stereo, tv, AM & FM radio,
Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper…
All fresh
With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK"
Printed on the side of the door
With solid 24 karat gold leaf type…
And they filled up this truck
With the most significant piles
And influential heaps of Art Work
To ever be assembled in Modern Times,
And it sent it West…to chide
Cajole, humble and humiliate... the Golden Bear.
And this is the true story of that truck…
A Truckload of Art
From New York City
Came rollin down the road
Yeah the driver was singing
And the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over
And she rolled off the road
Yeah a Truckload of Art
is burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered
All over the ground
And it's a terrible sight
If a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
(Yodel)
Yeah the driver went sailing
High in the sky
anding in the gold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said
"Son, you're better off dead
Than haulin a truckload
full of hot avant-garde
(chorus)
Yes... an important artwork
Was thrown burning to the ground
Tragically... landing in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen
Ahhh for miles all around
Yeah but nobody... knows what it means
Yes… a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's a tough job for the highway patrol
Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke
An come runnin to poke
Then dig a deep ditch
And throw the arts in a hole
(Yodel)
Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's raging far-out of control
And what the critics have cheered
Is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews
Have been stewed on the road
(chorus)
Truckload Of Art, Lubbock (on everything), Terry Allen
(agora também com violinos...)
posted by AM at 12:35 da manhã
2 Comments:
AM,
Já leu o manifesto da Beluga :)
aqui vai :
"Manifesto vacuista
1 o nome deste movimento é arte vácua porque o vacuismo propõe uma arte independente da matéria. não existe na forma natural neste planeta. quando existir chamar-se-á igualmente arte vácua pois nesse momento passa a "ser".
2 o movimento preza o nada embora não seja niilista, preza a ausência de matéria embora não seja idealista e preza todas as manifestações artísticas que o precederam e que existem hoje, embora não faça a apologia de nenhuma delas.
3 os partidários acreditam que a trilogia matéria/tema/técnica dominou sempre a arte figurativa ou abstracta desde os primórdios até hoje. e tem consciência que a mesma trilogia perdurará sem atropelos por se julgar impossível uma arte sem matéria, sem tema e sem técnica.
4 a arte vácua existe independentemente da matéria, do tema ou da técnica em qualquer espaço aberto assim o deseje o indivíduo. esse indivíduo é aquele que tem capacidade de perceber que pode furar o espaço, molhar o espaço, soprar o espaço e não apenas aquele que pronuncia estas palavras.
5 as acções quotidianas como caminhar não são no nosso entender formas de arte. a arte vácua existe independentemente do indivíduo. no há artistas de vácuo porque a arte vácua existe sem eles.
6 não é um movimento de oposição: a oposição é contrária a esta forma de arte. mas também não existe por osmose.
7 o vacuismo não acontece no vácuo.
8 neste movimento não queremos nada; ou melhor, queremos nada.
[nevermind])"
a alma, que não é nada distraída, lá fará os links que melhor entender... :)
ou pensou que esta posta era apenas mais um despropósito!? :)
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