Prospects are bleak
On two consecutive Saturdays I visited the Wellington City Gallery with friends to have a look at the Telecom Prospect 2004 New Art New Zealand exhibition. I found it very hard to not adopt a distancing wry uninvolved stance towards most every item in the show. I couldn’t get a handle on anything. Nothing made any sense. I came away feeling disorientated. There are so many beautiful things around to celebrate, and so many horrible things to challenge, why are these artists all wasting everyone’s time being clever and quirky and self-involved?
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yeah. I have inchoate rage against stupid art
Inchoate?
I used to think inchoate meant invisible, but it’s more like incipient.
who’s been playing in the thesaurus, then?
My point was that since inchoate means “begun but not finished, completed or fully formed”, was that what you meant?
yes
and I thought (before I looked it up) that it meant ineffable, but then decided the real definition was just as good
What is unfinished rage like?
It’s flippin, shockingly, disgustingly, jolly well …
Ha
unfinished rage is something that you can’t form into anything useful yet; it just sort of sits there without concrete expression, waiting for something to give it better shape
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Amen