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Writhing in Rat

By October 8, 2020No Comments

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“Klang klang, klangy, klnag klang that’s the sound of the gun going bang bang.”

“Kung Flu”

My pretend friend Hitler.

“You talkin to me?”

Writhing in pain with art. That is how I get through it. I’m not talking psychic or emotional pain, although pretty damn good art comes out of that. I’m talking about physical pain, as in I have a killer headache accompanied by a killer earache. I don’t know what the hell brought this on, but I remember reading somewhere that if you don’t judge pain it is less painful. Fuck that I’m judging this pain and it hurts like hell. I do like to go into the pain in various ways. I find listening to music enhances the pain making it bearable.

Out of pain comes art. Art points out flaws. Art calls truth to power. Art questions. Art comes out of tumultuous times. And I can say we are in one hum dinger of a tumult.

You seeing where I’m going with this?

There is a slew of new art appealing to my senses. Art that lives on the fringes and pushing the boundaries. Everything from music, artwork, writing, actors, TV and even an occasional movie.

Getting older ill affords me time to spend on mediocrity. And there is a lot of it out there. With easy access everyone thinks they can become some sort of artist. While I applaud their effort, it’s a way of life that doesn’t come easily.

I have come to realize discernment has to do with the art admirer’s life experience and background. Having come into my own in my teens as a punk rocker and with a continued rebellious streak, funny enough, I am drawn to art that is rebellious.

We all have our personal tastes and is why it is so varied. Having refined my taste I have my writing to thank for access to an instinctual nudging towards what I deem to be good art.

So here we go.

If you didn’t get this one, you can’t spell.

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Klang klang, klangy, klnag klang that’s the sound of the gun going bang bang.” Watch and wait for it!

My pretend friend Hitler.

“You talkin to me?

Kung Flu

All this leads me to promote my favorite Banksy-like artist, Le Mon. An anonymous, brash British residing artist. Check out his website and draw your own conclusions. I’ve drawn mine and it’s ukcfing great!

https://www.whothefuckislemon.com/home

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