Has anyone noticed the new sculpture by the shoppes of avondale?
I guess it's supposed to be a tree. I have to say I'm a bit underwhelmed.
(http://i.imgur.com/uDwscAx.jpg)
I felt the same way Re: the sculpture in 5 Points. I got an unequivocal chorus of boooos. Prepare.
My opinion. I like them both.
Quote from: ben says on November 26, 2013, 08:06:06 PM
I felt the same way Re: the sculpture in 5 Points. I got an unequivocal chorus of boooos. Prepare.
I'm with you...I was kinda "meh". I don't dislike them...just not knocked out by them either.
Who paid for them and why?
Cut it down along with that tree out front of mellow mushroom. Avondale sucks. Crowded, over rated, and pretentious. It's just a bunch of homogeneous honkies if you ask me. But I like how it looks like a jizz squirt, so maybe it should stay.
It's a perfect metaphor.
No big deal, it's just The Shoppes. Some day no doubt the area will be truly homogenous, like the rest of the Westside and not nearly so troublesome to so many.Relax.Don't get bent in to shape, as if some Avondale Sculpture.
Further, new Rules Of Assessment hereby implemented!
Nobody can like or dislike it. If you like it you are a selfish, shallow, callous and oversensitive idiot far out of touch.If you dislike it you are a selfish,shallow callous and oversensitive idiot far out of touch.
And further, with the new Assessment rule, there really is no need to post or otherwise engage. You simply must accept what others have done, any quibble out of any of you simply and fairly is of no real consequence.
Quote from: FSBA on November 26, 2013, 08:56:05 PM
Who paid for them and why?
Paid for by the Avondale Merchants Association.
Must be the alert to Trouble!
The Tree-why that starts with "T" and that stands for Trouble!
Just the latest wave of Trouble in Avondale! That Tree site would make dandy parking space.Maybe two.
Trees
BY JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.