So I can hardly be called a serious art critic . . . nor even a commentator . . . my interests are obviously so juvenilely prurient . . . but my defense is only that these objects d' art are on public display in Prague . . . that they do not attach that stigma to them . . . that they consider them adornments to the public ambience . . . like, I suppose, the teenage tarts I pretend to not see, as they indeed, do not see me, on the trams and trains . . . it is the gestalt of Prague . . . one would have to be willfully ignorant not to see it . . . and I am not . . . I try to keep my voice down . . . I try to avert my eyes . . . but I see, I see, I see . . . and in my blog, I say, I say, I say . . .
silence # 23870 -
2 months ago