This was fucking good. Loved it all the way thru—though I skimmed after you got to the football. Personally, I would like to see more art that does not need to be explained.
Private emotions a la structural/historical trauma and identitarian inquiry has foregrounded, and somehow successfully validated, far too much mediocre work.
What a relief to read lucid metacriticism. "The rhetorical move of making art a symptom of its times *is* always a crutch"—leads to facile art and judgment-less "criticism" that's not worth the effort required to keep one's focus on something so inane (mere ad copy, not an essay in the sense of "an attempt or effort").
This was fucking good. Loved it all the way thru—though I skimmed after you got to the football. Personally, I would like to see more art that does not need to be explained.
Private emotions a la structural/historical trauma and identitarian inquiry has foregrounded, and somehow successfully validated, far too much mediocre work.
No bets on the halftime show?
In fact I had looked for a Macbeth-style field of people disguised as trees but couldn't find it on FanDuel :-(
Also I should note that, yes, it was not "trees" but sugarcane but then the joke doesn't work, so
Feel like the substance of this attack applies to (too) many artists
I suspect there will be lots more of these attempted recuperations so if they keep lining them up, I'll keep knocking them down.
What a relief to read lucid metacriticism. "The rhetorical move of making art a symptom of its times *is* always a crutch"—leads to facile art and judgment-less "criticism" that's not worth the effort required to keep one's focus on something so inane (mere ad copy, not an essay in the sense of "an attempt or effort").