Mony-Lyotard

I’m getting to the point where I believe that these theorists are doing nothing but participating in masturbation of the mind. Enough with the pseudo –intellectualism. I feel like half the time I am reading postmodern theories by Holden Caulfield, or Salinger himself, minus the misogyny and sex that at least make it interesting. Teenage angst lives and breathes in the latest readings.

Dear Lyotard- was it reality vs. fantasy, art vs. literature, or fat vs. skinny? Help, this guy was all over the map. He speaks of the need for artists to join together in order to preserve the creative drive that is fantasy. When did fantasy disappear in the art world? Have I been living in a hole? I browse through enough visual art magazines and dive into enough literature to see that the “reality authority” has not yet terrorized the art world enough to scare artists into creating so-called “presentable” art. What ever that means? I do think that there are few original ideas in the art world, but fantasy, well it’s still there.
I guess with Lyotard’s artistic pledge to “not supply reality but to invent allusions to the conceivable which cannot be presented”, the art lover has nothing to look forward to but blank canvasses and silent music. Maybe Lyotard should pick up Star magazine to see that as a society our reality has become fantasy and we are all the artists. Just look at Bjork’s Swan Dress