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M Genth

Art is life

Art may be the substractum of civilization

Hollywood is it a place of collective imagination?
I say it is our time machine,
And without it we would fall in a state of perpetual nostalgia
Civilization stumbling before the fall
And we all will perish, by storm or another..
 
By Hollywood in the widest sense, including Boliwood, and Hong Kong, Europe’s magnificent production, Latin America’s pearls and rubies, Mexico and Brazilian Masters
 
Without art life is void and so sad it hurts
Hapilly, the new generation Alpha or Anna that is an anagram
Will put the fucking cloud into slavery to the great pretenders
The genius of art generating new gender
New reality for ordinary people like me
The allow us to bare insanity, circularity
 
Pick Ourobouros and shot it with a twelve gauge gross or one, the magical number
One that fucks the temperature of the piece
One that opens an overture
That’s not Fidelio,
Alas the only thing Beethoven
Produced as a Puchini or who ever.
 
My guess is Madam Butterfly.
 
Or Lolita in a new real unafraid script.
 
Make it knowing the perversity and sexuallity of ten’s and teenagers.
 
By experience not biased.
 
Everyone has seen a baby kind enough for me?
 
Great expectations died of a massive AVC....

#adulttheme #beyourself #inconformism #Occam razor's

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