The Artist Who Claimed He Knew Too Much - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
He reads this article as a retrospect being important
as foresight can be.
He thinks they both are respectively crucial.
Focusing on the word herd to describe the masses
he reads it as being immutable. A force
like an earthquake or a tsunami.
He is certain the author meant something else.
So he asks him what he destined?
The author replies in a mumbo-jumbo verbiage,
Since the start of The New Wave in 1985
there have been an explosion of art movements
and have similes to the Chinese Cultural Revolution.
The government terrorists made mooshoo pork
of the caught. In effect the Revolutionaries recycled
and disposed of the poor bastards during the ensuing
agricultural famine. The proof? Walk behind a
Chinese restaurant. You'll never see any food in
their garbage. You ate it all.
That's why I do not eat Chinese unless the kitchen
is viewable. But back to art that was later followed
by Commodificatism and Formalism of
near-Neo-Dada and a few others with Tropicalism
wedged between, artists eating each other's
mangoes and sucking their bananas.
As a matter of fact they nearly wrapped that part
of the history of art with Neo-Primitivism, Neo-Geo,
New Image, New media, New Realism, New Wave,
Nouveau Réalisme, Socialist Realism, Social Racism,
Social Practice, Space Art and Spatialism
not to mention another more than 150 Neo-isms.
Though I must admit, Cynicism and Sarcasticism
suits me to the tee.
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