Guest guest Posted September 24, 2004 Report Share Posted September 24, 2004 A museum for modern art. Where is the vanishing point, he asked. Shut up, said his wife. What's a vanishing point, Mom, wondered the boy. Tourists, exclaimed a guy with yellow sunglasses and black motorbike clothing. Jerks, said his company, vanishing point of what. It has something to do with perspectives, answered the wife. What's a perspective, enquired the boy. Where is the vanishing point, did he ask again. Of what, fizzed his wife. Yes, of what, Dad, asked his son. Yes, of what, questioned the keeper lingering nearer. What vanishing point, asked a grey-haired lady dressed in red. Of what, exclaimed the guy with yellow sunglasses. I asked first, answered his companion. It doesn't matter who asked first, replied the lady in red. Yes, it does, said the keeper; I'm responsible for law and order here. What a moron, exclaimed the guy with yellow sunglasses. Who, asked the keeper, are you talking about, him or me. How can you dare, exclaimed his wife. What's a moron, asked the boy. Shut up, answered his mother. About whom do you think I'm talking, replied the guy with yellow sunglasses. Shut up, fizzed his company. It doesn't matter about whom he is talking about, said the lady in red. Yes, it matters answered the keeper. Why, asked the boy. Where is the vanishing point, he asked again. Suddenly, silence. The noise of footsteps. A soft breeze. An unknown fragrance Who wants to know where the vanishing point is, asked the appearance. Me, he replied. This must be the artist, whispered his wife. Shut up, spat the guy with yellow sunglasses. Why are you always so rude, asked his company. It has no vanishing point, said the appearance. Why, he asked. You, returned the appearance, didn't conceive it with a vanishing point. Everything I see is always associated to a vanishing point, real or virtually. Yes, but you can't find it here, therefore you asked. It has thus a virtual vanishing point. No, not even that. But, that's impossible; nobody can see something without a reference. Your reference is time. And yours. Infinity. What a son of a bitch, whispered the guy with yellow sunglasses. Dad, what is infinity, inquired the boy. Find it out, said the appearance turning round, you have all the time of the world. The appearance went then away whistling " yellow submarine " . Kip Almazy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2004 Report Share Posted September 24, 2004 Very enjoyable! Thanks. Pete Nisargadatta , " kipalmazy " <kipalmazy> wrote: > A museum for modern art. > Where is the vanishing point, he asked. > Shut up, said his wife. > What's a vanishing point, Mom, wondered the boy. > Tourists, exclaimed a guy with yellow sunglasses and black motorbike > clothing. > Jerks, said his company, vanishing point of what. > It has something to do with perspectives, answered the wife. > What's a perspective, enquired the boy. > Where is the vanishing point, did he ask again. > Of what, fizzed his wife. > Yes, of what, Dad, asked his son. > Yes, of what, questioned the keeper lingering nearer. > What vanishing point, asked a grey-haired lady dressed in red. > Of what, exclaimed the guy with yellow sunglasses. > I asked first, answered his companion. > It doesn't matter who asked first, replied the lady in red. > Yes, it does, said the keeper; I'm responsible for law and order here. > What a moron, exclaimed the guy with yellow sunglasses. > Who, asked the keeper, are you talking about, him or me. > How can you dare, exclaimed his wife. > What's a moron, asked the boy. > Shut up, answered his mother. > About whom do you think I'm talking, replied the guy with yellow > sunglasses. > Shut up, fizzed his company. > It doesn't matter about whom he is talking about, said the lady in > red. > Yes, it matters answered the keeper. > Why, asked the boy. > Where is the vanishing point, he asked again. > Suddenly, silence. > The noise of footsteps. > A soft breeze. > An unknown fragrance > Who wants to know where the vanishing point is, asked the appearance. > Me, he replied. > This must be the artist, whispered his wife. > Shut up, spat the guy with yellow sunglasses. > Why are you always so rude, asked his company. > It has no vanishing point, said the appearance. > Why, he asked. > You, returned the appearance, didn't conceive it with a vanishing > point. > Everything I see is always associated to a vanishing point, real or > virtually. > Yes, but you can't find it here, therefore you asked. > It has thus a virtual vanishing point. > No, not even that. > But, that's impossible; nobody can see something without a reference. > Your reference is time. > And yours. > Infinity. > What a son of a bitch, whispered the guy with yellow sunglasses. > Dad, what is infinity, inquired the boy. > Find it out, said the appearance turning round, you have all the time > of the world. > > The appearance went then away whistling " yellow submarine " . > > > > > Kip Almazy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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