/lit/ - Literature

>>9468554
>>9468554
The thing is: I've been part of a research project in studying modernism in my city (Belo Horizonte, landmark of the 7x1, the best of the second class capitals in Brazil, which amounts to shit in the end). It's a pretty insignificant town, most of the writers and artists from my state who have any influence only do so because they moved to São Paulo or Rio de Janeiro, and even then, our research gathered something like 200 modernist groups acting here between 1922 and 1949. These people would get awards, even national ones, would publish their manifestos that would make the public go mad and so on, but in the end, we couldn't even find works beyond catalog reproductions and similar stuff from most artists.
You want contemporary art to solve itself for you, but you don't realize that the only reason why older art did is because time has passed. You'd rather go to every showing, performance, audiction and exhibition you have in the hopes of finding great art that's worth following (and I did, living in a shit city, as I've said) than sitting home and complaining about muh skill (just another way of saying muh beauty, the most pathetic thing a man can do in two thousand and seventen anno domini).
Here, have my favourite living artist, a true retrograde who refuses to change but still manageds to produce fresh and vibrant stuff or the past 40 years while also intentionally avoiding every shred of success he could. His poetry is also probably the only thing I pay any attention in the medium.