The Wrestling of Art

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  • Published 20230207
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-80-1
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

Spectatorship is not a passivity that must be turned into activity.
Jacques Rancière

In the interest of fairness, please submit to your opponent not by tapping out, but by covering you (hee-haw mass esemplastic) one! two! three!
I tell you not to break the hold once & for all. The approximate length & width of the ring can testify to the size of The Big Show puffing smoke rings (’cause moths are oracular) from the steel cage that you (hee-haw mass esemplastic) thought was an ancient gumbad of manuscripts & cathode rays. In light of new brutalist art & peer reviews, please follow the submission guidelines & observe the smooth delivery of debut vignettes guided by an abstract of 300 to 500 words (’cause moths are oracular). After your proposal is approved, you will be invited to cheer on the hope of the other paper: to apply a submission hold on politics and aesthetics. Unpublished words always turn into birds. You (hee-haw mass esemplastic) remember that! Art, like wrestling, is about breaking kayfabe. After the wrestling match, perhaps our doubt could launch a fighter plane on a slew of heads disappearing before the WWE Thunderdome, perhaps an attacker line booming, How did they do that? That storyline almost stank. Every word is vital to the conclusion. I buy it, and there’s a revolution that power-slams the Daydream-nasium of the mind, If vying for the gold, the technique must be sexy, artsy, no, sexy. And that win we saw is full of kingdom. We’re tired. We’re tired of the caged horizon, the canned emotion. But the spectacle of the crimson world is a real slobber-knocker of a struggle. It is the flesh of the outside, the babyface-turned-heel character that shoots on the sky of flaky isms. The new normal machina, as we know, is ideologically the border-shunning pipe bomb.

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Lawdenmarc Decamora is a Pushcart-nominated poet who has published two full-length collections, Love, Air (Atmosphere Press, 2021) and TUNNELS (Ukiyoto Publishing 2020). His chapbook...

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