Friday, September 19, 2008

The elegant gardians of culture get very afraid when the economy takes a nose dive. They live, academics, nonprofit human rights advocates, musicians and performance artists, off of the cream money. Overflow money that financial institutions and corps redirect to simultaneously genuinely bouy up the humanities and use for charitable tax writeoffs. Give and you shall receive.
But please. When the shit hits the fan artists are fucked. Artists already precarious relationship in capitalism is more or less destroyed and they have to go work on shrimping boats.
Wish we were france right? Sit and sip wine all day and then the government sucks the artist dicks? I don’t know if that’s exactly how it works but that’s what I hear at least. What the fuck are we gonna do in this country right now? Ask the fed to save our asses? Ask obama to institute more lending from abroad? I want to see the glory of the apocalypse like everyone else but not yet por favor.
Bloodgin out.

1 comment:

Scotch and Salad said...

when the four horsemen come ridin' they'll vomit battery acid on the flesh of escaped convicts and river rats. when the paste is ready it will be harvested with the last remaining wheat crop. it will be all the survivors have to subsist on in their post-apocalyptic cities. a golden age for the never-ending pasta bowl.