On Ridiculousness
August 1, 2013 § 3 Comments
Reading The New Yorker recently, I came across perhaps the most ridiculously ostentatious language in the history of the modern world. Speaking of a retrospective of the work of the artist Ken Price, the magazine writes:
Price’s manipulation of cup forms, variously geometric and biomorphic, amounted to a surprise attack on the history and aesthetics of modern art, spankingly refreshed and made the artist’s own. His later mode of globular masses, with sanded, speckled patinas of paint is sui generis. It exalts color to practically metaphysical intensities.
Oy vey!
The last sentence could be a great catch phrase. “It exalts [fill in the blank] to practically metaphysical intensities.”
It exalts plaid pants to practically metaphysical intensities!
For crying out loud! Minus points for not using the word ‘ennui’.