Carlos Mejía: [This is NOT Art]




Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake

What do you think about that?
Oh, dude, come on! You just ruined everything!
What?! What did I do?
You started with dialogue. You never start a story with dialogue!
But I thought this wasn’t a story.
It’s an anti-STORY.
So what’s the problem with starting with dialogue? It’s an ANTI-story.
I…don’t know how to answer that. I guess it’s still a clichéd trend.
Ha…
What?
…like your face.
Only because it’s attached to yours!
You got the ugly genes!
I will break this glass and take you with me, so help me!
MY FONT SIZE IS BIGGER THAN YOURS!!
MINE IS IN BOLD

GUYS!
Please…I’m trying to figure this out….

Sorry, Mr. author sir. We’ll try to keep it down.
He has no idea what he’s doing, is he?
Not a clue. So, what’s up with that quote you put up there?
Oh, I thought it would make this more interesting.
But what does it have to do with anything?
It’s interesting.
So?
Well, I don’t know! I thought it might give him some direction.
What direction?! He’s supposed to break the mold or whatever! Give him UN-direction! UN-direction!
AAAAHHH!!! I don’t know! I don’t know! I GOT IT! Let’s
                                                                                                Start
                                                                                        Talking
                                                                               Like
                                                                       This
                                                                        It’s
So
                 Cutting
                                         Edge
Forget it, that’s going to take forever. Oh, god…people are going to write stories about Peacock boy that’ll put us to shame...Wait, what if we sell out and trade words for pictures? Like tumblr?
People write some stuff on tumblr.
Have you read some of it?
Point taken. Pictures. Let’s build a story from pictures:



Dude…it doesn’t count to paste a story that’s already been written.
Meh. Art is dead.
So are we.
DUDE! Too soon…
Too early if you ask me.

Perhaps we could,
Yes I think you’ll agree,
Leave aside the frould,
And delight them with poetry.

“Frould”, you’ll find
is not a word,
You dumb,
Stupid abortion.

What’s this? Are you scared?
You can’t even rhyme
You don’t even dare
To give it a try.

It’s called
Free verse
Google it
You fuck.

I give up. You win. You hear me?! You all win, you cynical fucks!
Who are you talking to?
All of you out there! He’s trying! He’s trying really hard! He wrote about a transdimentional space goat! Nixa called it “creative”! CREATIVE!
Hey, hey…it’s ok… We all have our bad days. Sorry about this everyone. My brother needs some sleep, so we’ll just wait for something to come out of this. Just remember:

THIS IS NOT ART

How’s that supposed to make me feel better?
(Shh…It’s the best way of getting people to defend it as art)

My lips are sealed.
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