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The Bone Crown
by Greer Lawson
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The Bone Crown
by Greer Lawson
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jeff ortman asks:
this cat scratches me because I think he’s cute and try to pet him; but then he thinks I think he’s my biatch and then shreds me a new one. Can you use this as a back ground for one of those snappy poems in helvetica font?
and hazel says:
i get asked to do a lot of things like this lately, and i am flattered, but i don’t have time. i had fun throwing rocks at roggenbuck and those other kids, but i spend most of my creative time writing longer works, working on films with friends, and fucking like a champ. thank you for thinking of me, but everyone should know that i’m not really interested in making stuff like this right now, but it’s super easy, so if you want to see them you can make them yourselves. that’s the whole point. that they are easy to make and more or less worthless. fun to do, though, sure.
or in other words,
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jdawinslow asked: Hey, I think its interesting that you keep on saying that what Steve does isn't art when there is a clear precedent for what he is doing, would you say Pipilotti Rist is an artist? Or Andy Warhol? I think you lack a clear definition of what art is, and would like to hear what you would define art as.
i was recently asked to defend my criticism in an open debate with one of the strongest supporters of roggenbuck, and a a big player in the online community in which steve participates. it will be published, so keep an eye out.
my main problem with steve, however, and the reason i question his artistic integrity, is his constant shift in how he identifies himself and his unwillingness to be held accountable for what he makes and calls art. he is constantly pulling away from what he has just done and claiming something else as his identity. it is annoying at best, sociopathic at worst, but probably somewhere in between.
and andy warhol was already andy warhol. he did that, it’s done. roggenbuck did not invent anything, is nothing like warhol. i like warhol just fine, but his friends were more talented (even he said so).
the problem with internet poetry this year was this notion of “breaking free of shackles”—of form, of structure, of language, whatever. the shackles were broken already. what we need to do in 2012 is fix them.
artists in the 10s, as i see it, need to be the exact opposite of beatniks. ginsburg and kerouac had to go wild and crazy to escape the crushing banality of the 50s mainstream. but the 10s mainstream is wild and crazy. what artists today need to escape is not crushing banality but crushing insanity.
artists need shackles. we have always needed them, and in the 10s we need them more than we ever have. the world is chaos. at every moment we are in danger of dissipating. being an artist in the 10s ought to mean being someone who is strong enough inside to withstand that dissolving force, and is dedicated to making art that somehow confers that strength on others.
the image of wild bohemianism we see in music videos and in nylon magazine or whatever—that image is so much more seductive and pernicious than “selling out” could ever be. artists in the 10s need to be strong enough to resist it. artists in the 10s ought to have unapologetically unsexy lives—ought to wear ties, have respectable bourgeois jobs (if possible), ought to go to bed before 11.
in summary: what we need is discipline. start by resolving this new years to only have four tabs open at a time.
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