I wrote this before my brainstorm last week, so bear with me please.
Margaret Atwood is on SubStack.
I’ll be honest, I don’t much about her other than she wrote The Handmaid’s Tale. I did look her up once to find she’s published that book in like 1982.
Unfortunately, all I know of that book is the TV show on Hulu. I don’t read as much as I should.
ADHD makes reading difficult. ADHD plus all of today’s entertainment options and my endless myriad of interests complicate my lack of time management into chaos.
As they say in cliches…the struggle is real.
Even so, the story teems with brilliant imagination. I know this much is true. (🎶Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, true!🎶) <= Points if you get this reference.
You only encounter these types of people in entertainment a handful of times. You know them…George Lucas, J.K. Rowling…
Naturally, I subscribed to Ms. Atwood to see what she has to say. Back to this in a moment…
I’d Like to Change Gears a Bit
I’ve seen some bad art in my day. Jackson Pollock. Mark Rothko. Whoever it was that submerged a crucifix in his own urine…Andres Serrano. The thing won multiple awards, was displayed in prestigious galleries, and sold at auction for almost $150,000.
Speaking of gears, that grinds mine a little.
I can’t even fathom creating anything of the sort. I definitely wouldn’t show it to anyone if, by some slip of the cheese on my cracker, I did, much less to the likes of legit art people who run galleries and stuff.
I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted.
It’s not art. It ridicules art.
I won’t even go into the people who expound upon the variety of bodily fluids to…I can’t even say “create”…to, to spread their loathsome biohazard in places it does not belong!
Back to Ms. Atwood and My Short Attention Span
I popped over to Ms. Margaret’s SubStack to find she’s created 5 posts in the 5 days she’s been here.
That toe in the water must be feeling good.
I read the wrong ones:
Apparently, 507 people as of this writing like the two posts and understand Ms. Atwood’s wavelength.
I, on the other hand, am lost in the wavelengths of nonsense and this is why, my friends, I don’t read much.
I’m not comparing Margaret Atwood’s Substack to bad art. I just wanted to cross-reference the two as both being the aforementioned nonsense in my brain.
Maybe you have to be an intellectual. 🙄
You…are why I do this.
I agree about Ms. Atwood’s posts and the revolting “artwork” you mentioned. But since we live in America I can look the other way and get my warm fuzzies from the things that please me. Those may be a small subset of things widely sought after in the greater population, but since this is America I can divert my attention from what everyone else is seeking.