A song about a neoimpressionist painter
When I was just a little girl,
I and my mother went to Paris.
"Who made that painting? Who did those . . . dots?"
Here's what she said to me:
"Georges Seurat, Seurat.
Whatever you see, you see."
"The 'point' is unclear to me."
"Georges Seurat, Seurat."
[The authenticity of this song and its use as a pedagogical tool is somewhat comprimised by the fact that Seurat's most famous painting, Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, is actually to be found in Chicago, at the Art Institute Thereof. There are, however, lesser works by Seurat at the Musées d'Orsay and Picasso, which minimizes the necessary suspension of disbelief.]
7 Comments:
You're funny. Can we be friends?
I have long been a silent observer of your blog, but that was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time, and I had to say so.
In fact, it made me not only laugh, but sing out loud, upon reading it.
Thanks.
petra - Yes, but I feel obliged to point out to you that your avatar is Renoir, not Seurat.
dp - Ooh! A lurker bites the dust! Excellent! Glad to give you a chance to channel your inner Doris Day. :)
Funny stuff. You know, as I'm blog surfing I think you are officially the most linked to blog ever. Good work on that. :)
Uh oh. You mean you can't write a song about Renoir?
Ooh. I bet you could make a nice villanelle about Manet...
3M - Actually, I'd bet that Ben Christensen's got me beat. But maybe it depends on the neighborhood you're in.
petra - Um, nothing's coming to mind.
tb - I actually do have a song about Monet and Manet, but it's not a villanelle.
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