Art has become a religion.
Services are held at galleries and museums— wine and "bread" for communion in openings included. The word of "God" is found in hardcover books, cheap magazines & newspapers; with curators & the casual-wannabe-critic as theologists— and, gallerists acting as priests during the "ceremonies".
The old spirits and roots have all been forgotten & replaced by this whole "artistic" martyr-show where everyone competes for the Messiah title without really being nailed; no crown of thorns, no wound on the side...
They all dance with snakes and speak in tongues, and profess they commune with the muses...
How can you speak of muses, when you believe in this new Art "God"? So contradictory... Isn't that blasphemous?
The old 'Pagan ways' run through your veins, but you are no medium— you can't even use your mediums and pigments well... Buffoons and charlatans you all! Like fake psychics: no real talents, no real skills — your existence is only possible due to a capitalistic society where there is a market for your kind. There is furniture to complement in the houses of the rich collectors. Glorified wallpapers... YES!!! GLORIA in the Neo-Art-Heavens!!!
What good did your Inquisition do unto the rest of us? The witches and enchantresses and real charmers... Besides a pile of faggots and ashy pyres to be spit and vomited on by the rest of your Church members... How hard you laugh while we are being burned alive, how self-righteous, how proud, how drunk by your "achievements" you seem, so full of...
What good has your War done unto us? So much death, so much pain, so many orphans...
What good is your Holocaust to anyone? Your ovens are still hot... all over the place. Your gestapo cleverly positioned in every Art "School" — ever vigilant of any signs of dissidence.
When we are both dead, we will see who was right... Maybe your Heaven never existed... and you will just crumble and rot into the polluted soil: the grounds you have contaminated filling them up with your garbage and abrasive chemicals— to finally commune with the Old Earth Mother — and believe me: she will not be happy with your presence... she knows of your corruption.
Art is love: yet you must be pure and sinless. Art loves everyone, unless you are one of the perverse, the impure, sodomites and witches... Kill your child to prove it, don't look back into the very chaos you've created or be turned into salt, kill the firstborns, spoil the rivers with blood, lambs over veggies, Cain vs. Abel... thou shalt not eat from the Tree of Knowledge... just mimic everything your masters tell you... "Palabra de Dios — te alabamos Señor".
Don't question.
Don't challenge.
Just follow: it's the Word of the Lord.
You all speak of muses and you forget there wasn't a muse for painting or drawing or sculpture... we had higher deities, higher ideals of true beauty and aesthetics... Maybe Calliope, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Thalia are compelling you to write instead of sploshing and spoiling canvasses with your shit. Maybe Clio is urging you to record and state historical successes instead of trashing so many brushes with your neglectful and brusque brushstrokes... or is it Terpsichore trying to make you dance? Maybe the real abstraction found in music is your actual call, maybe Euterpe's calling for you and not your results of visual rape?, or is it Urania?, really giving you directions by following the map of the stars? Not Hollywood ey... perhaps you are misinterpreting the muses' message?
All these "prophets" walking about... while all the oracles seem to remain exiled, hidden and silenced.
I am impatiently awaiting your Rapture... why don't you pack and leave already? ENOUGH OF YOUR APOCALYPSE!
2009
No comments:
Post a Comment