What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern
Showing posts with label The Minutemen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Minutemen. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
MAYBE PARTYING WILL HELP
Wittgenstein, the siren, led the Inorganic Intellectuals Who Shop at Whole Foods to the heroic barricades of language. A thirty years war ensued. Mostly because it was so EASY. Nobody ever realized that it was a mild civil war between technocratic jargons. Meanwhile, the people (in whose name this battle without consequence was being fought) were long forgotten in the ghetto of images.
Labels:
Futility,
Image as Utterance,
Language,
The Minutemen
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