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Stephen Allcroft
You couldv'e stopped at "Please",...I did
Now upon reading thru this group I've found nothing surreal, or even
attempting---stream of consiousness---not to put anyone or thing down
for this but I wonder if the ethic of Surreal is
understood.....Surreal doesn't mean nonsense...It doesn't mean
bullshit...calling nonsense Surreal is dada, wheather the person doing
it realizes the joke or not...it is obvoiusly a joke....calling
something a joke is not trying to put it down either, it's just the
revelation of the obvoius uselessness of it, until the uselessness of
it is discovered, it can be nothing but that..except perhaps for
ignorant and useless. Surrealism is an intellectual exercise to embody
the true form of art. Surrealism attempts to debase the veiwer of any
frame of reference, so as any reaction, (or indifference) will be
solely based on the work, not prejudice, bias, or taste. taste is the
enemy or art. Art upon interpretation becomes advertising. Most
everything is advertising...Advertising is art advertising is poetry.
Taste dictates the methods of advertising. This is a paradox,
therefore art is the enemy of art, therefore there is no art, upon
interpretation. that is the usefulness of surrealism it actively tries
to give the viewer absolutely nothing.....DADA tries to do this same
thing but as a way of emboding the obvoius uselessness of it, as a
mirror of what's exceptable in popular art ie. advertising. A true
form of DADA is shown in the "ready-made" of Marcel Duchamp, where he
would find an object he felt completely indifferent about to display,
this was difficult he said because after a week or two you always
begin to like or hate something, so it was quite a process to find
something that asthetically evoked nothing. Now people would pay to
see this, and some would call it art, tho the most appropriate
response would be to laugh, or want it destroyed. This was all a
grotesque parody of modern society..it was about advertising, or lack
therof.
KYLE
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>Stephen Allcroft
>KYLE
your pity penny strike the eyes. who cares. shut up. you do a good job. will you
send the children off to war or sell them to slavery? You think to much buddy.
who needs a moon to reflect the sun. it's cold its cold. why tell the truth? nobody
asked you. I want more binaries to chain fingers clog the veins until my heart only
beats at random moments. flicker fusion is real. you deserve a reward fucker.
more. Who do you sell your skills to? you don't need to explain anything. thank
you. good job. surreal is shit. loved it.