Lawrence Hall, HSG
Polysyllabic Aspirational
Bourgeois Vanity
(and, like, stuff)
Surrealism
A melting clock is not aesthetically pleasing
Nor is it of any utility
It celebrates chaos instead of life
And bullies us with a manifesto
Surrealism
Gives pale aesthetes topics for their idle hours
Surrendering imagination to cliches’
The endlessly self-referential I, I, me, me
(Another double-latte, if you please)
Surrealism
The republican’s derivative art is but
The emperor’s new clothes turned inside out
(And have you seen my serial
takes on Greek ikons re-imagined and re-envisioned as diatomic forms through
vegan egg-tempera on recycled barn wood as a repudiation of hidebound colonialist
oppressivist occupationist Orthodoxy by sequencing monks on Mount Athos as agnostic
Jewish fast-food workers influenced by the works of Dali and the Rapallo poets through
a motif of running wedges in asymmetric lines from a cosmopolitan image of
Heaven to a day-glow Wal-Mart beside a sea of transcendental bubbles which
symbolize my feelings when my latest grant was canceled? Hmmmmmmm? Of course
the straights don’t get it; their lack of imagination is why they stopped The
People’s funding I deserve so that I can make great art chiding them for being dullard
capitalist mechanicals. I do take all major credit cards for my works.)
