Let me tell you one story. The one that makes no one sense but sure will entertain you. It
happened a long time ago. Not so far away.
***
Once upon a time there were two of them.
They were artists.
They thought a lot.
And then they've talked a lot.
And they've been drinking too.
A little bit too much.
Because that makes the conversation flow
smoothly.
Obviously.
I also think it was cold outside and mood was
somewhat broody.
And thus talk became a bit and quite
intense.
And so they started a fight.
In the 18th century.
Orchestral hit and horn stab.
The fight that was beyond the description.
Its expression is something that is better to be
left for the imagination.
Because that's what makes better of it.
The reason they fought was simple.
They fought over the personification of
temperance.
Slow clap.
Long and winding echo chokes itself in the foam of reverberation.
What could be more pointless?
That was the glorious glimpse of Enlightenment
era,
That decadent and tumultuous time when such
things really mattered.
That news-bite comes form The Morning Post
newspaper,
Dated October 18, 1793
and it reads like a some sort of a found poem:
and it reads like a some sort of a found poem:
"Two eminent Artists
quarrelled violently,
in a Coffee-hose in Oxford-road,
on Sunday last,
about the personification of temperance.
During the altercation,
they got most violently intoxicated,
and actually ended the dispute by a boxing match."
I believe it looked something like this:
But is it news?
It bears resemblance, but it fails to deliver the information.
Who were those "two eminent artists"?
What were the reactions of the authorities and their collegues?
What were the circumstances that lead to a fight?
What consequences will these "two eminent artists" face?
At last - who won that "boxing match"?
I think I think too much about it...
One fan got so many technical questions that Bellisario decided to cut it off by saying
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