“I strongly suspect that when this revolution takes place, art will no longer be distinguished by its rarity, or its expense, or its inaccessibility, or the extraordinary way in which it is marketed - it will be the prerogative of all of us, and we will do it as those artists did whom Freud understood not at all…the artists that had no ego, and no name.”
Germaine Greer – Town Bloody Hall speech
How could the notion of the artist with ‘no ego, and no name’ functions in a society driven precisely by the ego and the name? Is it fair to argue that performance poetry is a projection of ego and nothing else?
Well, it's a fair if somewhat bold question - one that Tim Clare, Veronika Wilson and Sarah Ellis set out to answer on Monday 10th May ( with kind assistance from their chair, Nathan Hamilton) - first some highlights from the Q& A session
I'd like to add that I will blog further about this topic at a later date - however, I feel it's important that it's presented in a raw form without me yammering all around it. I would strongly encourage you to use the comments section below to air your views however...
At 19 the world was so vibrant and rich And now at 25 – ah why give a damn? The tarnish is best sort of stout a remedy rich with sorrow you chug-belly you gave it all over to the sharp spirit the buttons in a matchbox and a collecting glass into which water drips and you plant chillies on the balcony and hope the horizon is still vibrant and rich though hope enough is enough to make it vibrant and rich you have chosen the right words to call this thing by what it is just as we play dress up daily so the day is dressed to the thing the words that’s the thing you see the tender spirit is tender because the words are placed so no other reason you are not tender because tender is unique to that instance tender is universal and multi-form and I am not certain that tender is tender in your eyes meat is tender it is best tender and still with its juices almost still warm but seal the thing and retain its flavour do not let it grey to obscurity now.