Profoundity doesn’t come from the subject, it comes from the way the subject is engaged. Full Metal Jacket was a profound look at Vietnam. The Green Berets was a shallow and jingoistic look at Vietnam. As important as the subject matter my be, the way the artist treats that subject is what makes the difference between sublime and stupid. Similarly, the most banal and everyday objects can be given great importance when viewed through the eyes of a truly great artist. Consider Marcel DuChamp’s Fountain, or William Carlos William’s poem, The Red Wheelbarrow. On their own, these are not at all profund objects, but they are deeply profound works of art.
As for a “deep and bitchin’ philosophy of life that counters all pain and negativity,” how about this:
Not that I believe in that any more than I believe in the drivel in the OP, but at least whoever wrote that Psalm had some style, you know?
Anyone who tries to run Psalm 23 through the Pornalizer is going straight to Hell, just so you know.
Incidentally, if Kurdt wants to impress people with how dark and fucked-up his life is, he should be aware of exactly what sort of competition he’s up against. There are people in the world with much worse problems than being a shitty writer. Come back when you’ve got some actual tragedy in your life, or don’t come back at all.
I’d just like to go on record as saying that not only do I find the “pornalizing” of Psalm 23 gratuitously offensive and unnecessary in the extreme, I also find ithe whole thing puerile.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Now that I think about it, maybe the Bible was run through some ancient pornalizer.
I still want to know why he felt the need to mention his feet. This question will torment me forever, (okay maybe not) or at least until my cake finishes baking.
I apologize if anyone was deeply offended. This is the Pit, after all. I found it to be one of the funniest things I have ever seen, in a juvenile sort of way.
Ladies and gentlemen of this thread, may I have your attention please? While we’re all sitting around sipping absinthe and wallowing in our angst, I have an announcement to make…
I’m flesh and blood, but not human. I haven’t been human for two hundred years. 1791 was the year it happened…
