My dear friend,
We went to the exhibition,
the big exhibition
that is here in town, the big exhibition,
I’m sure you’ve heard of it.
You’re surely curious to know what there was at the big exhibition.
Well, there were loads of things in it,
lots of paintings,
otherwise they would have hardly called it that.
We decided to go in there, into the big exhibition
even though it cost 12 euros without membership.
It was twelve halls long,
and the exhibits were numerous, to say the least,
if not astounding. It took us three hours at the big exhibition,
to look at everything there was. What was best at the big exhibition?
you will surely want to know. It was the biggest exhibition
ever of a big exhibition of an exhibition,
with so many famous artists and painters exhibited
I can’t even recall their names. But some were French,
and some were Dutch,
some were English and some too much.
Your friend E. B. Higgins
– James Steerforth (© 2011)
Written for One Single Impression and Exhibition. Somewhere in between Gertrude Stein (pardon me, Gertrude), Raymond Queneau (pardon me, Raymond) and My Fair Lady (pardon me, Eliza), between naive, tongue-in-cheek, absurdist and plain stupid. You decide. But perhaps the E. B. Higgins type of art appreciation isn’t all that uncommon…