Art is either plagiarism, or revolution.
“China and U.S. Ships Clash in South Sea”
“US Banks Need Billions and Billions More”
“Obama Feels Pressure on Gay Issues”
Oklahoma, Texas and Others Considering Autonomy
Well, above is your plagiarism.
Precipii quotes (or misquotes – all from memory) headlines of the “hundred days”.
Now, Gauguin’s quote is direct.
I always liked Paul Gauguin. His paintings of Island girls were…stimulating (to say the least).
But there was something more to them than an image evocative of lustful interests (although, lust takes many forms – lust for life, lust for money, lust for food).
There is no doubt is work is ethereal.
What I always liked about them was that for me, I had thoughts of paradise.
Everything about them looked so…easy. It was as if there was no strife on these islands, as if it were eden.
Gauguin’s sense of humor (and a hint at the subject with the suspended apples) is illustrated in the link above.
If you haven’t taken note, many of Precipii’s articles have of late been focused on the concept of good and evil.
One could argue that it is all about perspective.
One looks at the paintings, and he (or she) could think of a beautiful place, like eden, and then dream of what life on the other side must be like.
As long as the dream does not become wanderlust, one can still go about one’s life and in it, perhaps, remind oneself that a little bit of Gaugin is all around. Looking for hints of paradise in everyday life.
Goodness then becomes not only a frame of mind, but also something that resides in the heart.
Now the down side of all this is that one might become as the hippies and spend every waking moment seeking paradise – trying to “re” create it here on earth (silly humans, trying to go beyond emulating God and in kind becoming (what the halleucenagenic hippie perceives, anway)…becoming God.
Now we get to the crux of what truly constitutes blasphemy.
Taking the name of God in vain is crossing that threshold and believing oneself to be God.
“God will not hold him guiltless.”
So, there ya go.
Tells me to stay away from halleucenagins and hippies and utopians and socialists and focus more on how to plant and cultivate a golden delicious apple tree.
By the way, were you aware that Eve did not (necessarily) consume an apple? Biblically, it only references as a fruit – no specifics – (could have been a peach on that tree of evil).
Well, moving right along.
Precipii must always take the little moments to englighten…hmmmm.
So, we have a lot of bad news lately.
Reminds me of that song “So you had a bad day” (I would add “Mr. President in there somewhere, but hey, that’s just how we roll).
I suppose it is no joking matter that ships are scraping one another down China way.
Or that Kommiczar Pelosi is appropriating “billions and billions” to the banks (you’d think with all this money they’d be able to build a death star or something and ship all the home loan defaulters “up there” to man the ship).
Oh well, again with the sad sarcasm (I wonder if this, yet, defines the sardonic) ?
Now for this writer, it is the distinction (or lack of ability to distinguish) between sarcasm (good) and the sardonic (bad, bad, bad – fifty licks with a ruler).
Sardonic is when you cross the line.
Sardonic is when SNL depicts Sarah Palin as a back-alley, coathanger abortionist or a guest on the Springer show.
But then SNL has never been known for its good taste.
Essentially, real people on the show can be reduced to the Southpark cartoon kids.
You’ll not find enlightment, but a great deal of nervous laughter.
But isn’t this, really, what we have become?
No more can we distinguish between light-hearted humor and the morose sardonic as all sacrasm today has crossed that line.
Where Guaguin “winks”, Chevy Chase wears a black and darkened hood.
Placing this mask on one’s face, the world becomes a dark and evil place. There is no good in it.
The wrestling match is won.
So here is my “thought for the day” – in spite of the headlines, seek ye the goodness first.
Look about the world in a light-hearted fashion, and find that paradise that already exists (wrought by the true master’s hand).
And try and find a little true sarcasm while you are at it.
It never hurts to laugh at ourselves.
Now, if only the bitter and halleucenagenic hippie could learn to do that.
You listening, Chevy? Senator-elect Franken? Steve Martin? Tina Fey? (oops).
Be nice to see something really funny for a change!
Oh, and thank you Mr. Gauguin – for making this world a little more beautiful.
For more on Gauguin .