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Stroke an ego and something is going to come
out.
Occasionally, the result of manhandling one's own
image of self is a brain child, but usually it ends
up as nothing more than a mundane ejaculation creating
a stain that no one but the one who created it can
see, though he's sure that the rest of the world
can see it as plain as a nose on a face. If you
look hard enough, you can see this brain spunk everywhere,
a thin film of gooze that sheets the world, making
it all the more slippery. It's not all over the
place by accident. Those stains are placed there,
with much consideration, because these stains are
meant to be seen, shot all over the place as often
as possible by the dogs of Pavlov who know that
the more spunk they make, the more stroking they
get. And, of course, it's the stroking that's important.
Everyone in this world knows that to create something
of beauty and genius is to gain and gather all the
praise and attention you can handle. Can everyone
create something of beauty or genius? No. Then there'd
be no standard by which to measure and all things
beautiful and intelligent would be rendered mundane
and ho-hum. Does everyone want the fame and praise
that comes along with such a creation? Yes. But,
hey, what're ya gonna do?
Well, the logical course of action is to do whatever
needs to be done to create the thing of beauty that
will bring you the recognition you so very desperately
crave. Hmm. How does one go about creating a thing
of genius? Of course! You look at something someone
else has done, something that has made someone else
loved, revered and admired. You look at that, examine
how it was done and steal the style or intent without
actually reproducing the same thing. That way you'll
have your own illegitimate brainchild.
Now, you know very well that you don't have the
talent or knowledge of your protégé, but that's
fine. No one in this slack-jawed, half-asleep world
knows what's really behind the thing of beauty.
Those animals cannot see the genius behind the creation,
so while you cannot actually and truly reproduce
the genius necessary, you can create a false sense
of intelligence.
"A
false sense of intelligence? What the hell is that?"
That, you see, is one of the greatest shams of the
modern art world. A false sense of intelligence.
It comes about like this: A person of true intelligence,
an honest-to-God genius, creates a thing-of-beauty
and it is held in awe by the world. Now, the world
cannot understand half of what the thing-of-beauty
is about because it was created by a genius and
many of the brilliant nuances in this thing-of-beauty
fly over the heads of the general populace. The
world sees these things-of-beauty time and time
again, and each time parts of the message are lost
in ignorance, so the world begins to think, "I cannot
understand this, so it must be a work of genius.
This is art." Once that odd belief was rooted into
the consciousness of the world, the false sense
of intelligence was born. Birthed by someone who
decided that he didn't need to be a genius to create
things-of-beauty. Just an artist. An artist is someone
who creates art and art is something that cannot
be understood by the world; therefore, the role
of an artist is to create things that cannot be
understood by the world. This person creates something,
some random who-knows-what, and, of course, it is
not understood by the world. The world looks on
it as art and the creator as the artist who must
be – since he created this thing that is beyond
the comprehension of the public – a genius when,
in fact, the only intelligent thing the person did
was trick the world into thinking he was intelligent.
So by creating something that looks like it has
some message but cannot be understood (because there
is nothing there to understand), the "artist" has
created a false sense of intelligence.
And the trick caught on. It became very popular.
Just stroke your own ego and your brain will spew
something up and create a stain. And the stain will
get noticed by your pointing it out to everyone
who steps near it. The stain will be taken note
of and your ego will once again be stroked and you
can jisz all over the place from that point on,
covering your little portion of the world with your
own brain spunk.
How
does Katzwinkel’s analysis compare to the Sartrian
idea of “bad faith?” Discuss Here
Copyright © 1999 by Jason
Katzwinkel
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