Category: ZERO TASTE

ELEPHANT IN THE ELEVATOR, HIGH QUACKERY, MINING the WHAT-THE-FUCKIUM, ZERO TASTELeave a comment

OPEN LETTER to the SECRET COMMITTEE

Steven Augustine

  Dear Profoundly Above It All, Patronizingly Virtue-Signalling Gatekeepers:   We know you want us to think you mean well, and of course we supposedly rejoice that this Era of Social Engineering would appear to reverse the trend of a few centuries of  hiding Colored and/or Female and/or non-Cis faces in the barn, coal cellar, kitchen and woodpile. Random selections from famously oppressed Human categories (each individual often representing a part of the world that the NeoLiberal Project is interested in milking; eg, Haiti or mineral-rich African territories, et al) are hitting various jackpots in big ticket Literature, and the … Continue reading OPEN LETTER to the SECRET COMMITTEE

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LET THE WALLS COME TWOMBLING DOWN

Steven Augustine

When I was the object of desire of a mover/shaker in the Art World, she observed to me, one afternoon, that the employees of a monster bank, whose expensive Art acquisitions she had curated, “Resent or maybe they even fear the Neo-Expressionist works in the collection, because they don’t understand them,” and because I was 24 or so at the time, I held my tongue. I didn’t understand how much potential power I had in the relationship; I certainly had enough leverage to speak my mind. What I wanted to say was, “That’s not the problem at all. It drives … Continue reading LET THE WALLS COME TWOMBLING DOWN