art is....

last night i went to this really cool hangout spot with a friend but that place was rather expensive-the food and drinks, but the atmosphere was cool and all. anyways, my friend and i, we were there because he wanted to listen to people reciting poems or something. i just tagged along. actually i wanted to listen to the poem reciting thingy too.

now before the poem reading/reciting/competition started, there were these two singaporean dudes who performed first. and boy was their performance a weird one! this one guy was reading poems from his book or personal diary of sorts while the other was playing/controlling music of epic weird-ness proportions. then i looked around and i see those so-called artsy people's faces- some were contorting, some were nodding, some had their eyes closed, others were looking down on the floor while i had this blank, confused stare. am i not getting the subliminal messages that he had oh-so-carefully written down in his book?

it's funny what some people consider as art. it's funny and weird and perplex. it's just plain.... weird. am i too stupid or inartistic or not abstract enough to see what i am seeing and to hear what i am hearing as fabulous works of poetry? 

i think, from this experience, i have learnt something new about myself. i'm not modern, i'm not old. i'm not cool but i'm not necessarily uncool either. i'm neither weird nor am i described as being typically sane. i'm not artsy but at least i know what's good and what's not good. i'm not abstract but i think my mind's abstract enough for my own good. i'm the in-between guy. caught in the middle. that's me.

i think people fall into labels. every single one of us. we fall. we are stereotyped. we get out of one label and into the next sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously. we are being labeled with or without our knowledge. i think what separates a label of a person from the next one is the degree or intensity of that label which somehow has got to do with how one thinks, looks, reacts etc..

it's a funny world we live in. cruelly funny.

p.s: art is subjective. thus, abstract.