But you’re going to die anyway. Not dying ever would be a pretty cool “piece”.
And, continuing in marshall’s vein, killing someone else would be a lasting “piece”, as well — and one you could turn into a diptych, a trilogy, a multigenerational saga, ‘me over seven decades’, a century of connected but unrepeatable “pieces”, others could do sequels from your notes… it could be a franchise.
I think you’re onto something, especially at the last there. I think this piece is trying to get people to kill themselves (I mean, maybe it’s not *actually* *really* trying that or whatever, but bear with me) and that it’s being dishonest in that way. I mean, killing yourself is permanent or whatever, but making art that makes someone else commit suicide is incredible.
if I wrote something that made someone kill his or herself that would be, I think, a sort of pinnacle. I’m not sure how I would top that.
wow. that is horrible, but sort of fascinating in a way. i wonder if he made the argument that killing for art was just as (or more) justifiable than killing for food. tons of older films have incidental animal cruelty just due to lack of protections at the time.
in my imagination i wrote a novel wherein a pop artist was really just a serial killer with a cult following, of course this was all happening in Japan and there was underground shows where pictures and films were distributed via bittorrents all of it covered by the media which presented both sides to the viewing audience – the predictable police and equally predicable fan boys.
omg can we please stop perpetuating the vargas piece as some terrible affront to humanity when really all he was doing was trying to draw attention to the fact that there are 40,000 starving dogs on the street that all bougie humans ignore and/or shoot
The Raptor’s gloss makes clear that the Vargas piece was not a display of a dog starved to death – which would be horripilating to watch, for some – , but rather, a display of “bougie” willingness to feed a dog not one’s own.
Maybe we can have fewer bourgie omg squeals in criticism of our “bougie” squeamishness?