Because it got soft in the middle, took that cut from Jesse Helms. Poetry let the “storytellers” and the stand-up comics take that money. Have you seen the Arthur Ashe memorial. Have you seen any recent New York show. Art is as dangerous as “revolution,” on the Tee-Vee, as dangerous as “rebellion.” As dangerous as a box set of Crosby Stills Nash And Young. Art let history blanket it, with every pissant intellectual neuter it for an eight dollar/hour excuse for an adjunct salary. Nissan took it out of the campus, Coke took it out of the streets. The Radio studied art and removed it from itself. Every Hippy girl from Berkley that ever swung an acoustic guitar clear over to Doc Holliday’s on Avenue A, singing ‘bout revolution, Shit, she killed it her own self.
Art Has Been De-clawed. Has Nothing To Do With Nascar. Art Must Die.
Art Must Begin Again. Do You Hear Me? Art Must Begin Again.
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