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The quality in a work of art so enslaved to the reality of its source that it elicits no response.
The sculptor had worked very hard to do this. His sculpture was exactly life-sized, colored and textured to precisely replicate the thing it was imitating, and, standing in the gallery, it looked like a living, breathing security guard. Except that it was not breathing, nor was it living, nor did anyone recognize it as a work of art. Or feel anything about it. Or pay it any mind. An example of craft for craft's sake, it had achieved a state of verisimehlitude.
A work of art so enslaved to the reality of its source that it elicits no response.
The sculptor had worked very hard to do this. His sculpture was exactly life-sized, colored and textured to precisely replicate the thing it was imitating, and, standing in the gallery, it looked like a living, breathing security guard. Except that it was not breathing, nor was it living, nor did anyone recognize it as a work of art. Or feel anything about it. Or pay it any mind. An example of craft for craft's sake, it had achieved a state of verisimehlitude.
A peaceful protest which is infiltrated and manipulated by opposing forces, to demonize the original gathering by instigating violence.
The BLM protest was civil and calm. Suddenly an outsider appeared, threw a rock at police, a fire was set, the cops sprayed tear gas and in minutes it became a demon-stration.
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The futile urge to recall the "toll-free" number - is there another kind anymore? - which the announcers manning the membership drive on Public Radio have repeated several dozen times in the past few seconds and which, as a result, refuses to be recalled.
Let's see... 888... something something... why do I have such low remembership drive for that number, even though it is toll-free?
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A thing which is the opposite of what it is presumed to be. An action which is intended to achieve one result and yet achieves its opposite.
Jack and Babs were puzzled that their daughter, already well past forty, seemed to lack any motivation, ambition or interest. They had always done everything for her, 'helped' her with her homework, pulled strings to get her into school, given her a car for graduation. They'd even bought her a nice apartment and set up an annuity so she wouldn't have to worry, never understanding that their 'caring' was an antifact, which, instead of enabling her, was crippling her.
The hot New York dinner reservation, during the coronaviral epidemic.
"Jack, party of one, your table is ready," Jack said quietly, as he sat down in his kitchen, prepared to enjoy his own company, and his justly famous mac'n'cheese.
The care we take with how we look, when there is no one to see us.
Saturday night in a city under lockdown, another date with her laptop. She brushed her hair and put on makeup, knowing that for the foreseeable future, she would be the only one to take pleasure in her personal disappearance.