Poster Review, “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles

Poster Review, “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles

One word to describe this poster is “chaos”.  There’s colorful definitions which go off here and there in different directions so that fields of vision go hand in hand at odds and ends.  Examples of wild imagination are portrayed with less familiarity in order to exhibit chaos against its discord, hence there’s result of beauty as messy as it is.  Some of the brighter colors can almost seem like interpretations of another kind of courage.  One word: chaos.  Such irrelevant elements may in turn act on the poster’s aggressive peace and create the alluring stillness when the paper is placed upon a wall of tiny bumps, displaying the Beatle’s emotion in hot colors which saturate the mess with broken pictures until those irritating factors are smoothened into a nice atmosphere of love.  You’re probably wondering how I have these ideas, but, to tell you the truth, shared context of meaning is an illusion.  People are bound to think differently from each other or dispute on the remains for which, as I ponder over this thin work of art and imagine missiles swimming with grins on against a general in cartoonish black uniform, the Beatles remark on to name the chaos by “Yellow Submarine” and indicated images showing poetry in motion.  Honesty is the best policy on the Beatles’ part since any kind of madness indicated in the album “Yellow Submarine” should be dispersed in meaning to clarify the muffled irritations exhibited by this art piece.  I’ve put this poster on a blue wall where a garage is reversed into a living room quarter; however, hints of the poster relate to my calm room whenever I’m rebuilding wall decoration to fit my living quarter as a museum-like apartment, furnishing up blandness after those pretty colors set in.  Commending on this marvelous work puts me at advantage before blinds are seen with the naked eye and dad suspects whatever good notion I imply with me decorating up a visual message.  Don’t let me confess even more on quality as seen without first presuming the different voices possible to read my subtle, enthusiastic praise here.  Context of meaning between my positive comments should serve as a reminder on why an agreeable reviewer’s bias tends to tie up some of the knots in our hearts as he, whom I suppose is me, adds on notions to his positive voice in a varied kind of communication when poetry by the Beatles seems more beautiful than a wise guy’s interrogating life.  Please, by all means, pick up this masterpiece and remind yourself of how even the ugly elements, if passing bodies rotating in odd circles to portray such a beautiful mess with theory on war for love, continue to overlap with a single prejudice of acceptance and embrace, although (I must say) it’s still a war out there.     

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