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Said Kitty, remit to midst amok, amok

This text was written as a response from another machine to the machine that is reading the text written to be read by a machine over and over and over again...
Dearest Bunny, Art histories Dogma unsettling. It recalls a puritanical veneration of the letter of the law at the expense of its spirit. Its this spirit that Canadian Thanksgiving is pursuing in it's show and you've missed it entirely. I know this because, they would be the first to agree with your statement about the Warholian revisionism and its subsequent codification of our Art making apparatus. All you have to do is look at the show to see this. look at Ross Ho and Bobby's work to see that both artifice and plasticity are the true faces that life wears with complete aplomb. To say nothing of Stillwell and do-goods observations on the duplicity of common culture. While all you see are a set of unmet tenets. That by their letter are ill suited to the change implicit in our current day to day lifes and therefore unattainable. Thats just so old school Bunny! shoes now. Art as a matter of necessity in the post-modern era is as obvious as fashion. Which as Cocteau said, "we must forgive... because it dies so young." Since Dooshamp, Art wears an increasingly banal face right? but it took the deconstructive stance of Neo-Realism and its subsequent codification of the banal to reach the masses once again in a form that could replace in secular terms, all that was displaced when Nietzchae proclaimed God dead, forgive me. I aknowledge it has been an irregular transition and art still maintains certain formal aspects of the former aesthetic orthodoxy. These precise points however are aknowledged by Canadian Thanksgiving in true anti-aesthetic spirit by declaring that reality and all of its inherently lyrical ironies, including art need a Jenny Jones style Make-over. A silly name, a hockey puck and some "turkeys" are certainly art in the right hands. In Canadian Thanksgiving's hands art is armament against the entrenched aesthetic Loyalists such as yourself. While you were busy searching for substantiation of their "silly name" in the clutter of non-existant Icons and symbols. Canadian Thanksgiving has taken the pure stuff of life and infused it with the poetry of its own existance. Kisses, Teegra


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