R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG
Sometimes, a name won't stick in my memory. One such name is Robert Rauschenberg. Matt and I saw the wanktastic White Paintings at the Guggenheim years ago, and were inspired to rip them off by painting white canvases white and hanging them around our house as decor:
Yet still, whenever I start to talk about Rauschenberg to other people, I can't remember his name. So tonight, while driving home from Ekta, I invented a song. Hopefully it will act as a mnemonic. It goes like this:
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
HE PAINTED WHITE PAINTINGS.
HE WAS FRIENDS WITH JOHN CAGE.
HE KNEW JASPER JOHNS.
HE ERASED A DRAWING ONCE.
IT'S ART.
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
I think you're supposed to yell it over punk guitars, or maybe intone it over a Casio preset a la Wesley Willis.
Yet still, whenever I start to talk about Rauschenberg to other people, I can't remember his name. So tonight, while driving home from Ekta, I invented a song. Hopefully it will act as a mnemonic. It goes like this:
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
HE PAINTED WHITE PAINTINGS.
HE WAS FRIENDS WITH JOHN CAGE.
HE KNEW JASPER JOHNS.
HE ERASED A DRAWING ONCE.
IT'S ART.
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
I think you're supposed to yell it over punk guitars, or maybe intone it over a Casio preset a la Wesley Willis.
posted by Melissa Dunphyat
23:38
3 Comments:
You know, I have the exact same problem with Thomas Hart Benton. I have had a terrible time remembering his name over the years. I usually goes like this: I'm in a conversation and Jackson Pollack comes up, and then the conversation shifts focus to influences. So, I say, "You know, Pollack was actually an apprentice under.... ummmm..... ummmm.... Depression era guy.... umm... lots of work and agriculture scenes... big muralist..... three names... jeeze, I forgot it again." So, if you are looking for something to do, I could use a Thomas Hart Benton song.
Yes! That is exactly how my conversations about Rauschenberg usually end. Then I drop out of all interaction to mutter "Begins with an R ... three syllables ..." over and over for the next fifteen minutes to no avail.
I never noticed until I looked at this picture that your piano REALLY needs to be white. If your piano was white, your living room would be the most crazy avante-garde and/or blatant rip-off of a rap video room ever.
Just my 2 cents. ;)
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