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- POST-ART
- OCT 29 2013
- -Recently at the opening for the Metropolitan Meuseum of Art's Opera house, something ugly was revealed. Something broken. Something which must be addressed.
- Amid the hatred and open institutional violence against LGBTQ people in Russia, there was a push for the Met to dedicate the opening to the victims. Pretty simple right? Opera and musical theater have long had a link to the LGBTQ community, and American mainstream culture had shown that it, overall, supports at least gay marriage, and those who attend the Met would most likely be pro-LGBTQ rights. It might've caused some controversy but that's because the issue was so real.
- The refused. A statement was released saying that, "as an artistic institution, the Met is not an engine for social progress."
- The Met is not going to attempt to help people, and the reason was, apparently, because it was an artistic institution.
- With this statement, the Met ripped the bandage off of art's festering wound and showed us all the current state art is in.
- Far from being injured, art has in fact gone through expensive plastic surgery to remove it of all "flaws."
- Looking into Art's mouth we find it defanged. Its once powerful jaws and yellow, grotesque, crooked teeth replaced with pearly white dentures crafted from the finest ivory of poached elephants.
- Looking at Art's hands we find it declawed. Its once razor-sharp, over-long nails filed down to a smooth comforting dullness glossed and buffed to a lovely non-texture.
- And finally, looking at Art's gonads we find it neutered. Its once wet, dripping, virile and odorous genitalia swapped for smooth hard plastic not unlike a Barbie doll.
- How long has Art been like this? I ask it, and I wait but there's no reply. Just when I think it's about to say something I hear a cry. A cleanly coiffed white man in a black sweater (I think he stole it off of Warhol's corpse) quickly runs up, crouches down and shoved his entire arm all the way up Art's asshole.
- Before I can say anything else Art's eyes open. My eyes start to water. I didn't know it was this bad.
- "Art," I say, choking back tears. "How long have you been like this?" Art's eyes, which I had heard long ago to be piercing daggers into your very soul, were now very clearly expensive glass. They did not seem to register me as I implored them, but it's clean mouth opened.
- "I AM ART THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!" Said a booming voice, "I AM YOUR SAVIOR!"
- It was Art's voice thankfully, but I realized, for the first time, that it wasn't coming from Art's mouth. Rather, the sound was coming from behind Art, where I saw another man. This time in a policemans uniform. In his leather gloved hand was a megaphone, and his sunglasses reflected my own look of terror back at me.
- "Art," I am now openly weeping. "Please tell me it isn't true! I loved you! You were my hero!" There's a pause and for a second I think I see Art's eyeballs register me. This time when Art's mouth opens, the voice is much closer.
- "Hey don't worry," said Art. "I'm here for you, you're safe." I saw a smile that reminded me of better times.
- "I'm glad to hear that," I say, genuinely relieved. But then I see the man again. The one with his entire arm thrust up Art's ass, and I just can't be comforted."But who is that?" I say as I point to him.
- "Shh, shh, he's no one," but Art's voice came from HIS MOUTH! And the booming voice returns!
- "PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BENEATH ME, SILENCE YOURSELF!" Shocked, I turn and flee as I notice more policemen appearing, they appear Russian.
- "STOP! I SPEAK FOR YOU! DO NOT ABANDON YOUR SAVIOR!"
- But I'm already gone.
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