Its begun again. Its like trying to slow down a steam engine; so much built up speed, so much weight moving forward. The momentum just won't stop on a dime. It won't even stop on an air strip.
And he just sleeps. Says "Its bed-time", brushes his teeth, takes off his clothes (and flings them in my general direction. My head is worth ten points), stretches out on his side of the bed and sleeps.
And I lay on my side of the bed, under all my comfy covers and wait for my head to stop. Stop like the shower dripping water from the bathroom should, stop like clock ticking in the living room should, clopping forward the way the lady rides "clipity clop clipity clop"... and my head clops back the opposite direction.
And I remember things. I remember that Minnie Mouse was the lady in the illustration of the book, in a riding habit and her big rounded off high-heels. And the gentleman was Mickey and maybe the farmer was Goofy. Later in the book Goofy is Simple Simon. Something about a pie-man. Nursury Rhymes are strange. It's not like they've got morales or values to necessarily share or convey.
Diddle diddle dumpling
My son John
Went to bed with his stockings on
One shoe off and one shoe on
Diddle diddle dumpling
My son John.
Could the writer really just not come up with a six syllable line that worked with that complex poem? I don't understand. I want to write diddle diddle dumpling and become famous. I want to sing Achy Breaky heart, a one-hit wonder and make royalties to set me for the rest of my life. I want to draw a picture of a mermaid in a green circle and sell it to a coffee shop and drink free coffee for the rest of my life.
I don't understand what makes art, art. More specifically, I don't understand what makes art sell. I want to know why a man can draw 25 single squiggles on 25 4x6 pieces of scrap paper, frame them, and have them showcased in the Portland Art Museum. I want to know why, when we hear that an amazing famous artist used to work in Taco Del Mar we laugh, but when we are amazing artists that work in Taco Del Mar we want to kill ourselves.
I want to know why not me. I love it as much as the next Jane, Liz or Mary.
This girl in my class, she says that art is to be original. This other girl in my class says art is only art in its most refined and dedicated master pieces. (Think Monet) I think art is whatever the culture wants.
Comparing Vivaldi and Bob Marley seems stupid. But the truth is, though Bob Marley seems like a stoner who only played three chords, he was what the people wanted. He was what the people craved. Just like Vivaldi was back in the day, he was hot stuff and he's what the media desired. You don't have to be the best to be whats wanted. Mozart for instance, probably wasn't the best in his time. I bet there was a composer just as good or better, who watched Mozart and his sickly little sister get rich off playing for royalty in court, and wondered why not him. Why not him and his sickly little sister.
