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The Verbose Douchebag

Posted on June 24, 2009 by Varg

Demon Dingler

That article is drivel. I recall a time when I thought the more verbose I wrote, the more succinct my point would be. I thought it was a manner in distinguishing the educated reader from the knuckle-draggers. I was also 24. The years have brought me to the conclusion that, in the written form, what you say is as important as how you say it. Because, the point is to make a statement and argue that statement – particularly in critique. If a writer is writing a criticism of a person’s artistic venture, it’s of great importance to be clear and to address the merits of the work directly. One might say the article is a form of prose but it reads clunky. It’s cumbersome writing.

I gather that the point of the article, its snooty, grandiose point is that Nola Rising shouldn’t be out encouraging common folk to paint and draw because “art” has no business in the hands of those whose ability is lacking.

Yes, I know about opinions and what they have in common with assholes. But “it’s just my opinion” is a weak argument. Everyone has a right to an opinion so who cares? It’s a Twitter era and an opinion has never meant so little. But does the opinion have merit? Is it presented in an understandable manner?

John Paul Marat, in reference to your article on Michael Dingler, the answer is no. Your article is trash.

Perhaps you may have made a point that was worth arguing. Debates over the merits of art make wonderful discourse. Unfortunately, the article was so filled with your own clumsy gymnastics and your obvious need to show off your vocabulary that you created a piece that is drowned in its own weight. Too much of everything, a maximalist piece of ego, a puddle of cat piss in the carpet.

You chose to fill your work with poorly written sentences like…

Your typical downtown New Orleans street is marred by a noxious mischief monotonous in its ubiquity: A sloppy scribble in a 10-year-old’s handwriting, an oeuvre nonetheless certainly scrawled by a miscreant old enough to be the child’s father.

Alliteration is great in certain types of poetry and lyrics. In commentary and prose it draws the reader away from your point and toward your writing which shouldn’t be the focus but often becomes so in the hands of young or inexperienced writers.

Graffiti reflects our most absurd democratic predilections and inexorable capitalist pressures, where faux urban wranglers driving costly and soon to be obsolete pick-up trucks listen to codified, unimaginative pop music with a Tennessee accent and barroom-brawl lyrics and don designer cowboy hats, all in an affected effort to stake a claim on the inheritance of an idyllic and abandoned rural America.

It is never stated how the diversion into what is wrong with America is the cause or effect of Nola Rising. Or if it is it is so shrouded in triple-weaved literature that it is lost. Ambiguous statements are uttered throughout but no references are made as to the how or why. Much of the article is devoted to the Fall of America (a subject that one doesn’t have to walk very far down the street to find another purveyor of), but it devotes very little to making the connection to Dingler. The article just arrogantly and ignorantly trudges on. We all know the Universe is falling apart, why is this the fault of Nola Rising? You fail to make this point, the only point that was your charge when you began punching keys. The degradation of America is played, we all know about it. You aren’t covering new ground. This is great bad writing.

Ben Johnson correctly perceived

Edmund Burke stated that

composer Robert Schumann’s aesthetic

Thus spoke George Bernard Shaw

If, as in Picasso’s words

That’s five direct quotes. Fella, don’t rely on others to do your talking. It’s stronger writing when you say it yourself. People will buy what you are saying if you stand behind it with your own words and not twisting the words of others. Just use your own statements so no one can come along and say, “That’s not what Shaw meant…”

If, as in Picasso’s words “art is the elimination of the unnecessary”, then the Dinglerization of America applies – but not to the art part. Like Wordsworth’s, let’s hope his words are prophetic as well.

This sentence is all tossed up. Not sure who the “his” refers too. Wordsworth, Dingler or Picasso? And really, adding “ization” to someone’s name is not original, I did it two years ago. Above all, be original. Don’t be derivative.

Though it is funny that the Picasso quote about eliminating the unnecessary was utilized because there could be some serious fat trimmed from the overall commentary. Thanks for providing that quote. I have never heard of it before but it applies perfectly to the article. Though I do wonder if you made the connection.

And also, I hope your parents named you John Paul Marat rather than it being a pen name. Because it’s cowardly to anonymously critique the arts and it’s also an awful pseudonym. Perhaps next time you could go all out and call yourself Maximilien Robespierre.

Dingler’s response here.

7 thoughts on “The Verbose Douchebag”

  1. judyb says:
    June 24, 2009 at 10:38 am

    Excellent!

  2. charlotte says:
    June 24, 2009 at 12:15 pm

    “Too much of everything, a maximalist piece of ego, a puddle of cat piss in the carpet. ”

    BRILLIANT!

    I’m posting this on FB.

  3. REX says:
    June 24, 2009 at 4:31 pm

    Well said Brother! I’m especially fond of the cat piss line. See you Saturday night at the Maratmosa party then?

  4. jeffrey says:
    June 24, 2009 at 6:37 pm

    Reading that article was like being cornered by that one coked-up guy at the bar who talks and talks and talks at you without acknowledging that he’s heard a single thing you’ve said… or even cares what he’s talking about outside of the opportunity it presents him to demonstrate that he sort of knows about some stuff. The funny thing is that guy never actually has a point to make beyond that.

    This post was the best thing I’ve read all day.

  5. Varg says:
    June 24, 2009 at 8:50 pm

    Rexxxy, I’d love to but I’ll be in the District of Columbia. Seeing what’s up. 🙂

  6. Editilla~New Orleans Ladder says:
    June 25, 2009 at 7:19 am

    Varg, now don’t hold back!
    Very well put, Varg. Thank you.
    Wow, really.

    Did y’all see where they are going to hire the Grey Ghost to “restore” that Majestic Oak in Audubon?
    http://www.wwltv.com/topstories/stories/wwl062409cbaudubon.2527f90.html

  7. spoke the cat says:
    June 25, 2009 at 11:51 am

    you know, this is some of your best writing!

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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