Friday, 29 August 2008

Again, the dressed crab (without)

The thing you see with art is that it tries too hard to fit in. It tries so hard,and wipes itself on the mouths of those who do not care for it. Art is prostitution, of course, but that is never nothing new. Why or how could that be the case. The answer, as judge and jury reside is refusal. The answer is as all eloquent fenchmen, without any hint of irony know - nothing. Disengagement, or to put it another way disengagement. or nothing, of nothing £MINIMUM WAGE, of nothing. The future, what future? Future is not in the hands of the artists at all. They make us marxist mais je suis ne pas marxiste. I fell deep injustice of the kind whereby all the murders and rapes and kidnaps and robberies and hearfelt tradgedies are crystalised in one . - these ar not the palette of art but they are of art, and dirty and base as it sounds, art has them tatooed all the way up it's left arm.

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