UPON LEARNING THAT AN UNKNOWN NUMBER OF ALGERIANS WERE
SLAUGHTERED IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST ON OCTOBER 17 1962

No, I am not attached to any particular Form of Art. Each work in any form, be it painting,
literature, or music can no longer be separated from its means    of production, replication
and means of distribution. If we take History as    a whole we cannot make exceptions—
the revered “thing” is in fact a reproduction, a digestible, recuperated form intended for
consumption. Mind you, certain tastes are acquired.

The work in its most proper form is the one to be most distrusted; a nice painting, a good
song, a great novel. The admiration for good form rests upon the tried and true tyranny of
genius…. even the most radical; Joyce, Rauschenberg, Cage, Haino. They merely set the
parameters. Instead of outwardly expanding circles of possibility, we have the opposite,
with the aforementioned “radicals” rippling inward to the likes of Steven King, Wayne
Theibauld, Kenny G, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

When speaking of a good work we should speak only of it’s ability to harm, to hurt, to
crack open the deception that we all are fed in the form of culture, all the while knowing
that it’s very reaching us in purchasable form is like witnessing the beauty of the stars,
aware that what we see is the light of a dead thing. Allow this beauty to change us only
to turn our backs on it. It is not enough to “kill our idols”; a desecration of the corpse is in
order here. The world is in far to a disagreeable state, indeed dire for us to continue an
admiration of form in art, while every form should be concerned solely with genocide,
inequality and an end to this madness called civilization.

The slaughter continues in the same interests.

selected writings:
AIRPORTS
APRIL19, 1998
GENET
REVIEW: IN A GLASS CAGE
LOVE LETTER
MICHAEL JACKSON, SUPERSTAR
THE PERSISTENCE OF THE TRICKSTER IN MUSIC
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