On the day Banksy offers up a Dismal-land - a bleak version of a theme park - that looks really no better than a slightly pricey fringe experience but was enough to leave Julie Burchill "speechless for 2 days" I offer you 3 thoughts. One is the undying gratitude from Julie Burchill's husband.
She's a gob in case you didn't know.
One is a preference I have never really noticed which is to to be inspired even over entertained. Food for thought rather than watching something that is simply a brilliant complete work. Perfection is always dull. Believe me, I know.
Of course when you have already had a lot of thoughts then that food is scarce. The abstract is required and even that may not be enough. That's because there may not be many gaps to fill. Not big ones anyway - perhaps a few little holes that may have been left by woodworm or darts.
The other thought is my recent wonderings on the difference between treatment and entertainment.
But it's obvious isn't it?
Treatment lasts (supposedly)...life-changer
Entertainment passes...time-filla.
It's simple....
supposedly.
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