attack of the three-letter guys

 ATTACK OF THE THREE-LETTER GUYS

We are the three-letter guys, and we have found our courage in the

arts and letters building. We were nerds until our big brains carved

out a niche for us in this weary world shhhh...what?.......this

has been done before?....shshshsh.....Vonnegut............................

again?.....shshsh....oooohhhh, shit.....so I really have no original

joke here? At all? Even this parenthetical gag is no good? Ooooo,

noooooo.....................................................................................

And we were offered these degrees that gave us POWER and

PRESTIGE, even if they come from a nothing state school! At least

we worked for 'em. And now WE decide who has talent and who

does not. We are the deciderers. And we are brilliant. We are all IN

on the joke. The cosmic joke. WE GET IT, this cosmic joke. We

actually.....ahh....we......aahh...welll...(grin) we wrote it. This

cosmic joke. WE WROTE IT. We are academic nerds, and we want

our revenge! We have no goddamned mother fucking talent, and we

really hate it when YOU do. So WE take our revenge. How did you

ascend to your powerful positions? We are academics, and we are

mediocrities; so we are a club! We are talent-less, inoffensive,

eunuchs, and we couldn't push a broomstick, let alone the

boundaries of art......(cry, cryyyy, weep.....weep)We give each other

awards for bland, inoffensive, turgid, bullshit all the time!

Guggenheims, Pulitzers, whatever, we hand it out to the least ballsy

works because we are academic nerds and idiots, and WE are in

Control, and we are fragile and weak and have no stereoscopic

vision when it comes to real genius. We wouldn't know it if it

fucked us in the ass while giving lectures! (Will Nietzsche get angry

with me for using exclamations?) I don't know if I can continue

with this if Nietzsche is angry with me. The thought of that scares

me a little bit. Imagine that mustache and his eyes bearing down on

me. Shit. But even if N had three letters, he was NOT mediocre. No

sir. He was a real bona fide G. Yes, sir. Yesiree. But that was back

when....back before the invasion. The invasion of total idiots. Even

N got out of academia when he had the chance! (unfinished

doctorate) This is an outrage! There is no theme, story, or logic to

any of this. Where is the form? What is this about? Is this just a

rant? This is just a blog. I don't have time for this. Yes, you do. "I

have so many important things to do." Bullshit. You have nothing

better to do than to sit your big ass down and read this. This is a

proclamation. This is a desideratum. This is the Magna Carta of all

art. That there is no logic in art. That there is only a thin veil of

consciousness that battles all of your conditioning. That your ego is

so easily threatened. That out of 42 years of life, what the fuck do

you have to show for it? What do you have to show for it? I'm sorry,

are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Yes, you turd. I am

talking right to you. Do you think I would invest this much energy

to talk to myself? Idiot. Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot

Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot Idiot. The Russians write long,

beautiful books. But they put short chapters in them. They have so

much to say but do NOT want to scare off their readers, who were

mostly uneducated laborers. Except it was never the laborers

reading, but the tattlers. The bored, "in-crowd" tattlers. They

complained that someone was dissenting. And off they go, to attack

the truth teller. Solzhenitsyn had to put up with so much goddamn

mediocrity and censorship that also happens here in the US of

Soviet Union. Where Capitalism meets Fascism meets Feudalism.

Where censorship takes the form of "it ain't market worthy, like

Madonna, or Stephen King".......So, there is no dissent in the USA?

Bullshit. There is TONS of dissent here, it's not funny how people

want to cry out....But there is nowhere to sound their frustration

except for blogs, and all these blogs are taken over by the

suppressors, the conservatives, and the corporatists. These guys are

the enemy. They were the enemy before we came to the Americas.

They were our feudal lords. And conservatives are the vassals. We

are the serfs, and these right-wing tattlers are the vassals, spying on

all of us. They have been spying for a long time. There are all kinds

of conservatives. They don't want you to excel beyond their limited

vision. What are they conserving? Their egos. They are conserving

their pride and their power. They are guarding their place in the

"artistic" world, helped by those three little letters. Artistic

conservatives generally do not win out in terms of history. They

fight and wail against the liberal radical artists, and lose, thank

fucking god, they lose. But it takes time, and hindsight is 20/20.

This involves art, writing, and music. Musicians, unfortunately, are

the most conservative of all the artists.