The internet is all we have. So, does this mean that we had nothing before the internet? Well, no. It means that, before the internet, we had everything.
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
Overheard at Gallery:
—Your work is really strong, Daniel. But you seem almost indifferent to it.
—No, not indifferent. Not exactly. Look, I have to live with this stuff. So, I find it to be acceptable. Just decent. Bearable maybe.
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
“Shooting Reginald—shooting him three times in the torso—was the least I could do,” Patricia admitted.
Abigail Givens, The Mystery of the Apricot Preserves.
171. The easiest thing to do is to legitimize yourself. The hardest is to acknowledge that you are in no position to legitimize anything—that there is no floor.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
There is nothing left of modernism. Artists have been merely quoting each other since the Twenties. AE was just a grandiose conflation (and it was born tired). And “postmodernism”? A series of one-frame cartoons. They all know—and know all too well—what an artist should be like. That’s the thing today.
Ted Elsinore, Visual Art and Duration.
Testimonial: “I am so proud of who I am. And proud of what I stand for. But I am a nihilist, so I don’t stand for anything. Except for nihilism, of course. Nihilism.”
Jackson Currothers III, The View From the Cauldron.
207. Alert to singer/songwriters: There is a difference between haunting and annoying.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
Certainly, artists, there could be nothing conformist about your modernism. Ditto for shallow, for academic, for fallacious, for insincere, for monotonous,….
Nelson Poindexter, Corpuscular Aesthetics.
Friendly: I hope that you are enjoying your afternoon, and I hope that there are many more to come. Unfriendly: I have no wish to engage with your hideous gases.
Delbert Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.
Regardless of where one goes on the internet, one finds oneself draped in advertising. (What is the internet, actually? Who is asking this today?)
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
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