i wonder about the relation between cringe and kitsch. kitsch seems to have disappeared or been reduced to the status of consumer irrelevancy. 'cringe' ascends as the omnigenerative engine of tastemaking. does being cringe have anything to do with being kitsch?
Hey, Alex and your words, well done. Hoping that soon the text will get post-being, too. What fun. It could trump itself like this: "We knows the Post-Artist trumpets that nothing is properly art, due to the realization that all dreams subject to revision and anything can be sold." Or any other of thousands of post-self and post-being constructions. One could go on. Just cheering the writing on here. That statement that all art comes from the mind. Good call. But post-Art? All from the mind? Might it be from the toenail? The clipped toenail kicked into the corner with a dropped Kleenex? Heck, there's lots of body territory the mind walks over with its elephant gun, looking for the big game. Hemingway is dead. Post Art lives. Let's see what can be done in a disembodied body! Thanks for this. A great start to the day.
"theory-cum-dogmatic meta-manifesto"
rare as fuck
i wonder about the relation between cringe and kitsch. kitsch seems to have disappeared or been reduced to the status of consumer irrelevancy. 'cringe' ascends as the omnigenerative engine of tastemaking. does being cringe have anything to do with being kitsch?
Hey, Alex and your words, well done. Hoping that soon the text will get post-being, too. What fun. It could trump itself like this: "We knows the Post-Artist trumpets that nothing is properly art, due to the realization that all dreams subject to revision and anything can be sold." Or any other of thousands of post-self and post-being constructions. One could go on. Just cheering the writing on here. That statement that all art comes from the mind. Good call. But post-Art? All from the mind? Might it be from the toenail? The clipped toenail kicked into the corner with a dropped Kleenex? Heck, there's lots of body territory the mind walks over with its elephant gun, looking for the big game. Hemingway is dead. Post Art lives. Let's see what can be done in a disembodied body! Thanks for this. A great start to the day.
we dig the way you think bro