Late, Tired, Bodging Things Together

[wulfboy.livejournal.com]

Dream

They didn't answer when I asked if there was
any real point to my staying in
the small room where they'd put me.
I think they're offended by the question.
The window, for all it's ergonomic excellence,
does not open and yet through it I can see
something other than this small room,
with unimaginative wallpaper and unreliable plumbing.
I assume that as I could see this other place
quite clearly, without the use of glasses,
that I can get to it with a little effort:
that there might be others like it, or unlike it
places that are different or at least
smell less unpleasently of old man.
Next time I seem them, I'll ask them again.
Maybe I'll walk as far as the fence,
maybe look down the slope towards the lake,
maybe wonder what ducks think about.

If I go too far, maybe a bear will eat me.



There you go. Fuck knows what it's about.

Comments

[romney.livejournal.com]

I think it must be about being looked after by the State in one's old age...

What's it all about?

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

It's a clear polemic on the state of the arts in this country.

unimaginative wallpaper and unreliable plumbing - I can think of no better way of describing most of the recent output of the so-called "artists" of our age. The author also clearly has a dislike for the anatomical works of those such as Damien Hirst, with his erudite comments about ducks and bears.

for all it's ergonomic excellence, does not open - clearly referring to lottery funding for so-called artistic projects.

smell less unpleasently of old man - well anyone who has been to Covent Garden recently can tell you - that clearly refers to the Opera.

[wulfboy.livejournal.com]

You know the wierd thing? I was sure the last line was "maybe a bear will see me." I must have been more tired than I thought.

[wulfboy.livejournal.com]

It isn't meant to be. I can see how it is, but i was thinking "hospital or prison" when I wrote it and sort of intended it to be about the difficulty of articularing some ideas, but I don't know if it worked or not on a second reading. Maybe it is about the terrible state of the arts, after all.