Constantine - first ep - non-spoilery response
I liked it!
Not having read the comics, for those who did, how faithful was it?
Not having read the comics, for those who did, how faithful was it?
2014-07-01
poem: The Catechism of Art, or, Prince Can Do No Wrong
Note: This poem was inspired by a chat with Luminosity de Ville and is for her (and a few others I know and love)
The Catechism of Art, or, Prince Can Do No Wrong
Remember that time when Prince wrote things on his face
and did that godawful screechy stuff?
And even then, Prince can do no wrong.
My sister and I were talking on the phone. I'd been saying that for years,
"Prince can do no wrong." Because, seriously.
His lush but never saccharine layers of sound, at once dense and bright.
His fresh use of unison. The lyrics: Act your age not your shoe size.
Diamonds and pearls, and nothing compares, like it's 1999.
His unquantifyable, unmistakeable, unexplainable hotness.
Burn the house down, and die happy sex appeal.
Master of every instrument, every note, every listener.
... You know you want it.
And I'm in New York, in my little apartment, and my sister (the musician) in L.A.
and I talk about how I put Prince on the stereo, LOUD, to house-clean, and I hear her say it:
"Prince can do no wrong."
We'd never shared that, but there we were, 3000 miles away.
Because it's true.
Because this is the catechism of art. It's not if it's good.
It's not if there are never any misfires, or ugly paintings, or discordant sounds,
or if the rhythm never skips, or the story pales.
The real question is, are you playing like it's real?
How necessary is it,
that art occur?
Do you wake up half in dream, doing it?
Do you stop in the middle of otherwise unstoppable things
because an idea just came to your mind?
This is the catechism of art.
And this is why Prince, or any artist true to their form,
is never wrong.
Amen. Selah
The Catechism of Art, or, Prince Can Do No Wrong
Remember that time when Prince wrote things on his face
and did that godawful screechy stuff?
And even then, Prince can do no wrong.
My sister and I were talking on the phone. I'd been saying that for years,
"Prince can do no wrong." Because, seriously.
His lush but never saccharine layers of sound, at once dense and bright.
His fresh use of unison. The lyrics: Act your age not your shoe size.
Diamonds and pearls, and nothing compares, like it's 1999.
His unquantifyable, unmistakeable, unexplainable hotness.
Burn the house down, and die happy sex appeal.
Master of every instrument, every note, every listener.
... You know you want it.
And I'm in New York, in my little apartment, and my sister (the musician) in L.A.
and I talk about how I put Prince on the stereo, LOUD, to house-clean, and I hear her say it:
"Prince can do no wrong."
We'd never shared that, but there we were, 3000 miles away.
Because it's true.
Because this is the catechism of art. It's not if it's good.
It's not if there are never any misfires, or ugly paintings, or discordant sounds,
or if the rhythm never skips, or the story pales.
The real question is, are you playing like it's real?
How necessary is it,
that art occur?
Do you wake up half in dream, doing it?
Do you stop in the middle of otherwise unstoppable things
because an idea just came to your mind?
This is the catechism of art.
And this is why Prince, or any artist true to their form,
is never wrong.
Amen. Selah