Egg-istential Art

Does anyone doubt that culture has entered its death spiral?!! Every time I read one of these stories, I’m reminded that — in the name of hipness, edgy “art” and avant garde pretension − we’ve descended into the absurd. Read about it here and here and here. I wish I could say this expression of “art” is horribly gauche, but it seems to have struck a chord with various news outlets.

Take a look at the video below and make up your own mind about it, but one warning:  some may find this video objectionable. YouTube has an age-restriction warning on their site.

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So what do you think? Did you find the video awe-inspiring? A deeply personal unveiling of femininity? According to the SLOG article by Kelly O., one author calls this demonstration an “an almost meditative art birth performance” full of “universal symbolism.”

(These comments are attributed by SLOG to a writer named Elaine Abrams at www.elaineblogs.com and while I did find a post on the Abrams blog referring to plop-egg painting, I couldn’t track down an Abrams post containing those aforementioned quotes. They are found in a Huffington Post article written by Katherine Brooks where they’re attributed − sort-of − to the video’s description. Which is it? Who knows?)

I am admittedly far too dense and lacking in femininity to fathom the deeply moving − an apt description? − significance of this daring new “art” form. However, in my own humble way, I have found the words to immortalize this “artistic” endeavor within a piece of verse. (Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and relocate my dignity!)

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Poem: The Vagina Monol-eggs

Renée