Pop goes the weasel
goes the world out
the world reeking of
weasel out of it
I missed the window for the dVerse Pop Art prompt from Victoria last week, but I had an idea for it and I wanted to follow through. I also wanted to try a Lewis Carroll Square Poem, which I saw on Paul’s Poetry Playground recently. My attempt is far from perfect, but it’s a start, and the fact that it doesn’t completely make sense seems appropriate.
I don’t agree with the designation for the most of the artists Victoria found that were listed as pop artists (Kurt Schwitters? Jasper Johns? Rauschenberg? has the person who made that list looked at their art?) but Andy Warhol certainly falls into that category. My digital art, above, is inspired by his work. I used to dismiss him, but his art is wider and deeper than just the soup cans or iconic repeated images. And all his imitators prove that it’s harder to do than it looks.
He did not have Photoshop either.
K. 
That painting is horribly creepy, and the poem has a nightmarish quality, the kind of thing someone says in a nightmare and it makes perfect sense. Until you wake up.
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Gives new meaning to the word “woke”.
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That’s an expression I like. Husband uses it all the time, mainly tongue in cheek. The people round here are definitely not woke in any sense of the word.
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Most aren’t.
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Or Whac-a-Mole
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Oh yes.
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How did I miss this? Very awesome! Pop goes the weasel — I love it!
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Thanks Jade. I had fun with it.
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YW, K
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