you must give your art away.

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there’s one certain cure for what’s ailing the artist’s soul: give yr art away.

you are not a producer of consumer goods. nor consumed goods. you are a creature of good consumption. you produce to reduce. you will be dead soon. your art and culture and capital will be unremembered. an electromagnetic pulse will blenderize every last digit.

your arm swinging the ax is your art. swiftly. then it is gone. the ax evaporates. the desk chair split is pure energy now. your shoes have melted into snow.

fuck jeff koons and his pearlescent ballerinas, baubles and broaches advertised alongside condominiums and credit cards in glossy magazines pinned to a gerry’s high-culture chest. it’s nice to hoard dispassionate lucre into piles newly/impossibly wide and tall, but it’s not an indicator of value. neither yrs nor yr art’s value, frankly.

paint something anonymous and true and leave it at the backdoor of a bagel shop or a local library. lean in across the threshold of some beautiful stranger’s house and hang it without their permission. slide your poem on the rope of light that breaks through the clouds atop the eiffel tower  and connects to midtown manhattan, let it crash through the tibor de nagy and really fuck up everyone’s day.

write a sestina and tape it under the seat on a public bus. nail a haiku to a telephone pole or your mayor’s frontdoor. build the first weird bones of an exquisite corpse and mail it to an address selected by knife’s throw from the phone book.

you are not the asking price of yr handiwork, hardwork, nor convictions. conviction bends at the feet of capital.

capital has a funny way of helping one to forget who she is.

if you love what you do, they’ll buy you lunch and pay your phone bill. go busk in the park, clark.

you must go on long walks with yr dog and read poetry aloud. gesticulate wildly. madly, stop worrying about what you look like to the drive-by  commuter.

you ever wonder why you feel terrible every day?

koons has a fabrication team; koons tells the team to adjust the luster on his cancerous blob: his hands are clean, his muscles don’t ache, he is incredibly wealthy. to maximize profit, he has minimized his effort.

what he has going for him, however, is that he is an artist arting. that is undeniable. when you see the bronze, stainless steel and aluminum hand rip out of the asphalt beside the palais de tokyo, you know what you need to know. he is working in his $5,000 suit—kissing kings.

lust after lust after lust, do what you want precisely. make up words. invent colors.  read backwards. you mustn’t do what they tell you to.

is your art honest?

 

Wikipedia Poem, No. 325

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“Where ever I go to claim / my flesh, there are entrances / of spirit. And even its comforts / are hideous uses I strain / to understand.” Amiri Baraka

 

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imm not worse — less income and his rallies
themselves come depending to longishness

“People are going to march on the capitols.”

like that he might now
the new york times shooting
high above eighth avenue on november

“If push comes to shove she has to go
by any means necessary, it will be done.”

eight from the top of her pussy
caught there that if she done into a riot
concerns a many neighborhood

“It’s not what I’m going to do, but
I’m scared that the country is going to go into a riot.”

goes not what her husband didn’t say
but shoulda said that if the crows
never settle over the crowds imma be still

“Unfortunately, I’m not a man of vigilante violence.
But I do think there will be a large amount of people that are terribly upset
and may take matters into their own hands.”

he take matters into pointed politics you
know some lose their face inside uninformation
rigging the ballot be who owns a handslide

“Sometimes reformation comes through bloodshed.”

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as there themself
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 139

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what we really want here

more than most we guess 
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from the bobby parade? welcome 

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should we eat for love and country 
to hell as written by a horn seductive
 
clintonian permission sartre cum 
wandering eye star of them whomever 

laid stuff they led tripled saxophone lives
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 96

“I said once I said perhaps it is true that what makes poetry possible is a small country. Big countries cannot really make poetry because they do not cannot all when they say the same thing feel as they do. By this I mean. All this I mean.” —Gertrude Stein, Geographical History of America

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