True Art
"Beeeerrrrrr...."—Homer, The Simpsons
"Keepin' it thorough. :)"
"Padatyu gibisïn ego."—Somebody.
Present day. Present time. aHaHaHaHaHa True Art is not this. This is not art.
There is an attitude shown in some works that some art doesn't make a lot of sense and should be mocked as pretentious and elitist. It is spoken of ironically as 'True Art,' implying that it is neither true nor art.
This minotaur trope is not for you.
Today is a good day to die.[1]
Naturally, the characters doing the mocking are portrayed as Philistines by the artistic characters... if the artistic characters are allowed to say anything at all, that is. Philistines are not notably fair about such things.
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True art is a tuna. True art is a tuba. True art slept with your sister and is having her babies.
True Art can't be not possibly different from anything that is not the opposite of any of these things:
As sleepwalk under the table with the popsicle
and to fish rod for the sun is stupid, I think you
should try giving me my ugly dad back so that I can trade him
with a free stroke. The whole world will exterminated by pepper-pot polar bear train.
True Art is not this. This is not art.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, True Art doesn't make a lot of sense. Strictly speaking, it's a quality of fiction which, in the minds of critics and artists, allows an otherwise normal work to transcend itself and become a statement on the human condition. This nebulous quality has never been hammered down by anyone, except perhaps to sneeringly look down on popular works they don't like as not being "true art." The quest to attain this status, however, has produced some distinctive tropes of its own.
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under conditions unlimited. Meaning, as for depth, there is bottomless. Therefore the he performance well to not having brio that, the useless person, Icanhascheezburger? this is.
Buggrit. Millennium hand and shrimp.
True Art Is Green.
There is no spoiler here.
Have you ever phoned a police box? You shouldn't. Police boxes might not actually have an operational phone, and it's annoying when it rings all the time. Who needs phones, anyway?
Skip this sentence.
Read the last sentence.
The walls of Jericho came TUMBLING DOWN. TUMBLINGGGGGGGGGGGG DOWNFORWARDS SPLATTERSPLAT UPON THE WEEEEEEEEMING WEEEEEEEMING. This bubblegum is not a machete, unless. Truthfully, no, this machete is not a bubblegum.
The time is:
9 messages in your inbox. They are not loaded. TRISTAN TIZARA LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!
The Hell? No, The Heaven? THEY'RE COMING. The squirrels.
La trahison des images? Ceci n'est pas l'art.
Here, click this.
See also It's Popular, Now It Sucks (aka Its Popular So It Sucks, aka True Art Is Not Popular); Public Medium Ignorance; No True Scotsman; and Unacceptable Targets.
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