Yuji Sakai was always an important proponet of post modernism, yet his ideology of spatial vs temporal canvases leaves much to be desired. In a sense, it was too obvious, too programmatic, too lacking in dignity, and otherwise redundant- i.e., it fails to deal with what it purports to master. The idea is a little to static- paratactic and eletronic- lacking in the suavity, the sense of movement, the nature of resolution on a higher plane that would alone make it meaningful. There is a degree to which, as with all of Yuji's ideas the cart has been put before the horse- things have been forced into contrariness or dialectic, into an either/ or situation in order to have an argument, to substantiate a claim, when the notion of the line in art, of draughtsmanship, as it applies to fine art, must nevertheless convey spatial tone or temporal understanding. While both of these are resolvable on a higher plane- as long as one has in mind the fact that human beings are redundant and their speculations about art are mere excersices in nausea, particularly when human beings desire clear cut solutions to resolve problems- the main point ot the Yujian analysis, however, is the notion of consciousness: the understanding that one wishes to communicate something that, in turn, presupposes an idea that one wishes to communicate and an audience to whom one wishes to communicate.
From this there follows a fact of decisive importance which has hitherto been hidden from the shitposters themselves. If shitposting were a mere science like astronomy or mineralogy, it would be possible to define its object. There is no shitpost but only shitposting. What we call “the history of shitposts””- implying merely the progressive actualizing of a single invariable ideal- is in fact, below the deceptive surface of history, a complex of self-contained and independent developments, an ever repeated process of bringing to birth new form-worlds and appropriating, transforming and sloughing off alien form-worlds, a purely organic story of blossoming, ripening, wilting and dying within the set period. The student must not let himself be deceived. The shitposts of classical {$4$} sprouted out of almost nothingness, the historically constituted Yea Forums, already possessing the shitposting science (not inwardly, but outwardly as a thing learnt), had to win its own by apparently altering and perfecting, but in reality destroying the essentially alien Yea Forums system.
delta’s shitposting on the other hand has to do with the desire to achieve a type of perfection not of this world, a type of perfection that is reminiscent of the Madonna and child, the traditional motif of the High middle Ages. Although the granite like, petrified elements, in delta’s sculpture, sorry “memes”- should not be overdone. They were merely a means to an end- the way in which he taught himself typing, and later drawing, when it is important to remember that delta was a man who knew how to type rather than how to draw, in that he was still a writer who used text to exemplify a meme, to fill out space bounded by words rather than anything else. Especially when we consider that his work represents a harsh, limpid form of [s4s]- on occasion spare and clean, at other times merely lugubrious- but always interesting, always provocative, particularly when it tends in the direction of the stone, the petrification of the medusa’s stare that will ultimately cut its life short.
There is in Catfish’s work a type of world weariness, self-revelation (as well as a type of absence of self-preservation), a certain ennui that betokens adolescent casualness, the morality of the Parisian apache, on the one hand, and a deep and abiding, if pessimistic, concern with morality, on the other. Indeed, Catfish is one of the few figures of any great shitposting importance apart from Toblerum and a few others, who is really concerned with morality, and is appalled by a type of shitposting without ethics. In other words, Catfish brings to consideration of shitposting a type of post –Christian concern, a moral unctuousness that is feigned rather than real. This is the degree to which shitposting is, for him, the nearest he gets to experiencing genuine religious emotion.
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Alexander Reyes
This type of absolute bullshit critique is why I took my substantial talents in art and kept them away from the art world.
Dont get it wrong, I understood every word you used and even the epochs used as stand-ins for qualifiers, a tool post modernists deliberately used to obfuscate and reject a sense of knowable or agreeable grounds for thought. As such, I am qualified enough to say that you didnt state or reference any tactile idea - what is being conveyed is your ability to use ideas, not your ability to create them in any authentic or meaningful way.
Go post modernism, if you're into that degree of sleight of hand
