Smash Art — Why We Don’t Need Right Wing Art
"We need right wing art!" - how often has inanity succeeded in dominating what follows this ostensibly noble proclamation.
Rubbish abounds. What passes for discourse was the child's play, the teenage dalliance of the beginning of the last century. 1900 had its artists. Today their names alone are currency in the economy of the vestigial. For what is art - HAUTE! HEIL! HIGH! - in the current year? Certainly dearth of talent is no prohibition. No, the crown belongs to the name-droper. We live in an age of archivists, at best.
And here in lies the problem with the proclamation. Like that of the first cave artist, we stand in opposition, by virtue of the conditions of the day, to the cultured of the fin de siècle. Institutions exist, as they did in the past. But they are outmoded. Guardians of art, once their calling - no longer for the agnostic, for whom the threshold of artistry has been abolished. Talent, or something more insidious like politics or exhibitionistic fetishism, reigns supreme.
Agnostics we, our sole certitude is our unconcern for what the guardians of culture proclaim and disclaim. Their stipend remains, but the reduced asymmetries of the digital age democratise, and the people's will, or lack thereof, signs their death warrant.
Right wing art - what would it look like? Rodix redux radix phallanx phallic??!? Futurism 2.0 - fast cars! (only on select motorways). Sounds queer to me. The right wing artists of the day need no manifesto; the written word ossifies, and by virtue of this quality our Heraclitan age defies. The semiotic shifts by the second, and in so doing, the manifesto stands condemned.
An age endemically creative, but equally nostalgic, the contingencies of the past are funnelled de novo, transmuted as something jarringly unfamiliar and familiar. No God to damn thee, the artist concocts Sternberg and MLK as contemporaries in the same Agarthan, WIGGERISH kampf. By writing said words, I have fallaciously captured the uncapturable - and thus proven myself UNC. Let this be a lesson.
Unbounded creativity favours us, as does nostalgia. Right wing art is the organic epiphenomena of the age. To combat us in an epoch of mimetics, our enemies concede the potency of our style - thus perpetuating our victory.
No manifestos. No chestertonian chungus poetry clubs. BMI: LOW. Chiseled - yes. Archive everything, study, research, read - SLIENCIO. Then produce. That is our formula. We have not once gained political power, yet the world is frightful before an apparition. This is art. The horror!