ART SHOW
I arrived late, so I missed the buffet and jazz
As I entered the main room a hush spread through the hall right up to my feet and I stepped lighter and softened my breathing. The house lights went down and a spotlight shot directly over my head/// I followed it to a small stage
A lady of fifty wearing a bright green power suit walked out (She seemed to be in a trance) and she sat in a tightly upholstered leather chair, folding her hands on her lap
Then...
A professor-ish looking man came out, wearing a modest suit, he had a pointed little beard that made him seem to me like a man that could pull off wearing a monocle
He sat on a small stool beside the green lady/// He showed the audience a tool which looked like a spoon and very quickly as if he were scooping pudding from a can he popped the ladies eyeballs out and set them on a small plate which set on a sturdy cart on wheels/// Center stage
The eyeballs throbbed and occasionally bounced
The green lady didn't flinch or change her blank expression
The crowd wasn't breathing/// The bouncing eyeballs sucked all the air out of the room/// It was amazing
A microphone on a stand was delivered by one of the volunteers and placed down, pointed towards the eyeballs
The eyeballs stood, pupils out towards the audience/// It occurred to me that the eyeballs had very good posture/// And they began to speak in harmony
"We see what is seen/// The brain hasn't fizzled or dazzled with the reality scene/// We see what is there/// We see the crooked part in your mother's hair/// We see what can't be denied/// We see that you lied about having a smart side/// We see the truth/// You betcha Ruth most of you are not youth/// We see, we don't smell/// Unless you're discoursing our aroma and then you can go to Hell and ring my bell."
At this point I noticed that the fact that the voices were coming from two de-skulled eyeballs had lost it's novelty as I felt myself becoming put off by the eyeball's attitude/// They were cocky/// They were not funny or cute/// And my mind wandered.../// ("Are all eyeballs this full of themselves or is it only the trait of showbiz eyeballs?")
The green lady re-crossed her legs and the eyeballs paused to let her get comfortable/// They seemed annoyed which annoyed me
At the fifteen minute mark of eyeballs talking in rhyme about the importance of seeing I lost interest down to 10-15%/// I noticed yawns and stretching among the crowd/// The eyeballs had lost them
At half an hour they had completely lost me/// So I left
In my car I checked the rear-view mirror and I looked into my eyes/// They were fine, same as before
On the drive home I thought about the gallery were years ago I had been so blown away with what I had seen that I vowed to visit and re-visit/// I got chills thinking about the magic element of art and how monumental it seemed
I felt a little disappointed in my self about leaving before the show was done
But, I just couldn't take it another minute
Those eyeballs were assholes
It doesn't mean I've lost my appreciation for art
I think it means I don't want to...
I've got no time for assholes these days
I think it's a good thing.
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