I saw a penis.*
But hold up. Let me clarify. I saw an ‘artsy’ penis.
In showed itself in the name of art, I mean. Not porn.
For the sake of art. You know, on stage. Acting. Well, the penis wasn’t acting—unless the stage direction was ‘disinterested’—but it was part of the act that I was watching. A bit part. Very brief fly-by. A penis. I think. I didn’t have the luxury of TiVo 8-second-rewind, but I’m pretty sure it was a pee pee, wee wee, John Thomas, wang, thingemee.
You can tell I’m very mature about these things.
It is the subject of today’s noos.
Not the penis. Not maturity either. But creation, and the art of it all.
I will illustrate my pyroclastic cloud of thought with three stories about things that have been birthed into the world in recent times.
Some, I have witnessed first hand. These led to me pose serious questions to my psyche about art, purpose and life. Others led me to simply send a gift. Read the rest of this entry »
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