Art
Belief
Context

Over at Popehat, I’ve written some thoughts about the cheapening of bawd in art, letters, and especially the press.  There is art, and there are pirates.

With the vernal equinox upon us, the winter of our discontent can now be made summer by this son of baroque.

While I prepare the rhetorical onslaught, pause for a moment to consider what may come of a culture that can successfully promote a remix of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus made entirely of toast:

Botticelli, Birth of Venus in Toast, Ripley Museum, San Antonio

Truly, we Unitedstatesians know which side the bread is buttered on.

This culinario-decorative achievement, on display in the kitschen cabinet of one Robert Ripley (deceased) of San Antonio, comes to my attention by way of Dubious Quality, the aptly named blog of mi amigo, Bill Harris.

Bereave it or not.

Long lay the words in spin and stasis pining….

Uhm….

Deck the blog with vows of content….

No, that’s not it.  Wait….  Wait a minute– I’ve got it!  Ahem….

Ding dong ding dong….

Where is a post?
I want a post!
Something is broke,
Nothing’s Baroque.

What’s in the feed
When I’m in need?
Please talk of art!
When will it start?

I quaff a potion
When there’s a notion,
Some mental itching
That calls for scritching.

Very very very very listless!
Very very very very gristless!

Wait, there’s a post!
Is that a ghost?
No, it’s alive,
Slated to thrive!

Will there be more?
What lies in store?
What heady brew
Waits in the queue?

Break out a beaker,
Clink with a fleaker,
Drink to renewal!
Artful accrual!

Time to pin unruly themes and wrestle
Rampant forms to ground with mortar, pestle!

And so, in the spirit of the season, did Baroque Potion rise.

Life!  Life, do you hear me!  Give my creation life!