Hunger Is To Art What Sentiment Is To Hoard

There: a hunger artist naked in a gallery; deep in order to conceal. Remote. The artist pads about on hands & knees, sniffing a rubber lamb chop. A classic condition being cruelly extended here. Russian? Foreign? The tragedy? To stay hungry; forced awake; attending public ceremony among band music; treated by police doctors who address the symptoms in a traditional manner, by deciding they are faked.

The stone walls have a barred slot where visitors get down on all fours. A number of people are inclined to do so, to talk slowly. Growl with pointed teeth that can rip meat off a bone. Or whimper, as some do. Or show snapshots of their own Dogs. An audience in far greater number’s than the hunger artist could ever command. Art critics are bitten.

Bound to 40 days & nights, confined, refusing sustenance, living for long periods on a teaspoon of sugar dissolved in water. Visitors pay admission to watch it starve: gawk at the bony, bare arms. The manager places a 40-day limit on the hunger artist’s performance, not because it will die of starvation, but because of the calculation that 40 days represent the far edge of the public’s fickle interest. The four corners of the Earth. The walls close in. In fact hunger artists can fast for more than 40 days. High blood pressure, arthritis, depression, dizzy spells & rotting gums are strong-willed symptoms of an enduring effort to employ a role in opposition to the state. To culture. To history outside receipts assembled by taxes. To absorb & neutralize every threat to consumer consciousness. There: lies art outside the strict silhouette of the written word.

In a sense, the spectacle of Artists living in cages have a kind of shifting eloquence, offering a genuine impression of the latitude of free expression, placing small incisive shocks amid stores & restaurants. Also, I suggest the grim reality that the performance artist, liberated from control, hair cropped & dog-collar secure, may carry their own ethnicity’s atavistic wish. Repression. To be a silent figure – not still – spin around the stillness – a ponderous whirl – a perennial frenzy.

A real Dog enters the gallery. A Boxer, trained, with a strong, sharp bark; limitless warning. The total state wants to drain all conviction. The dissident. Churned into breakfast food or canned laughs. We imagine we shape our fate. Taking art to the extreme. It’s possible you’ve never really thought of this before you engage in the belief seriously. The more nearly complete the state, the more vivid the singular Artist – so unassimilated into the state machine – that we must find a way to make it disappear. Erase. Delete.

The holding cell is so cold frost forms on the alloy knob. Unable to sleep from chest pains. Starving to protest the present condition, of course, & to grow evermore silent – the still, fixed center of muscles. The purpose is the last act of the condemned. We keep no person liable to damages lest they be killed.

Egoism & or Egotism

ElsaAll the world is a philosophy & we’re merely philosophers in an unjust society. Like your buttocks on your chair — The ego seeks to impress; the attention sought is either accepted or rejected. This stems into desires to evade stress, avoid pain, to locate sustenance & a mate, to have a roof over your head.

The crisis or stumbling block here is desiring attention (or a repertoire) via sacrificing comfort, wealth, & power. For instance, being a (male or female) slut means you can be sexual but not too sexual. Subjectivity is the capacity to feel connected to a moral compass & use these to make self-directed decisions, sublimating envy & jealousy into a socially acceptable form of social critique of sexual expression. Having boundaries is “being objective” knowing we are limitless: everyone has the power to shape reality. We’re the lost in Never Never Land.

Every act when in action is based in good or evil, right or wrong, a barometer for the egoist. We are judged by our appearance (appearance is half the battle) plus how we interact. This law of human nature is referred to or known as “the struggle.” Since self-interest is psychological, then our rationale breeds ethics. For instance, if you do not dress to impress your social clique might give you an oddball eyeball. But you will not be removed.

🐍 Snake

Everyone must answer, “Am I a God connected to the appearances of physical bodies separated from each other in space + time, colliding according to causal determinism?” During unstable times – when environmental conditions shift or humankind develop unity – viruses adapt, outflank & re-emerge. It seems as if our idols are the same as us: as the king says to the pauper.