Sunday, April 27, 2008

27.04.08>zero



"well, what an ugly name you have."

"thank you, it's really quite abstract."

"yes--like a smashing pumpkins song."

"yes, exactly. like any song, really."

"any song? i suppose you've never heard of nickelback, then."

"i have."

"i don't count them as abstract."

"they probably use metaphors and the like."

"i don't count that as abstract."

"difference of opinion?"

"no--can't something be concretely abstract?"

"no."

"i take it you're not completely into this conversation?"

"difference of opinion?"

"we all have to agree some things are abstract--the masters. take picasso."

"picasso tries to be abstract. being abstract comes from the subconscious."

"then the subconscious is concretely abstract?"

"no. it's programmed, it's automatic, it's simple."

"you're a fucking paradox."

"we could say that's abstract."

"i guess. but that's gone. isn't there anything that will remain and still be abstract?"

"no. then it'd be concrete."

"so, again, can't something be concretely abstract?"

"no."

"you're talking in circles."

"i realize that."

"why can't art be abstract?"

"why do you assume it's art that has to be abstract?"

"what do you think is?"

"i don't know. but if there's something concretely abstract, it wouldn't be art."

"but how would it stay concrete? only art stays static."

"art can change. easily. i could go shred it. or record over it. or something."

"then it would become trash."

"yeah. but trash is more abstract than art."

"look, nevermind. this isn't going anywhere."

"i'm sorry i can't tell you the meaning of abstract."

"i know what abstract means."

"yeah. cliché, but you don't know what abstract is."

"it's not a noun."

"sure it is."

"fuck off."

"naked pictures of your mother."

"what i said."

"abstract or random?"

"fuck off."

"guess."

"that's random."

"yeah. ripples in a pond."

"neither."

"why not?"

"laws. motion. gravity. i don't know."

"then why don't you think they're abstract?"

"what the fuck is your definition of that word?"

"i don't know. what the fuck is abstract."

"what the fuck is abstract is this conversation. this is pointless. and before you say it, pointlessness is not abstract."

"of course not. it's human, and we're not abstract."

"well, we decide what is abstract."

"do you? it's not just what it is?"

"nothing is what it is without definition."

"that's a sad, sad view on things. i'm sorry for you."

"you're sorry for what i believe?"

"define belief."

"i can't. but it's not something that is. it's something i define."

"yeah. exactly."

"point?"

"i don't have one. you know me--ever attempting to be abstract."

"you were trying to prove something."

"yeah. i don't know what. i was just trying to make you think, hope something proved itself to you."

"see, that's abstract."

"maybe."

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