passion

I've decided that i'm not a fan of pomo art critics. some of them are all right. i've recently read some essays by Lucy Lippard out of The Pink Glass Swan that are perfectly comprehensible and interesting, but then I followed it up with the introduction in Nick Kaye's Site Specific Art which used such rediculously inaccesible language and went on and on about theories that seemed so off topic that it took me about 3 hours to read and take notes on 12 pages. I had to reread every paragraph at least three times because about a sentence into it I would just stop paying attention and not take in anything I was reading. It was annoying and I find that a lot more authors are like Nick Kaye than Lucy Lippard. I have come to the conclusion that pretty much all pomo artists are crazy and have no idea what's going on and are stuck in their own little worlds. all the artistic desciplines start blurring together and no one can figure out if their medium is art or drama anymore and they all suffer identity crises. their work isn't actually art it's theory that they're trying to physicalize. Therefore the people who write about it aren't actually writing about art at all...speaking of which- I resent having to study Barthes' 'The Death of the Author' two years in a row. granted this is mostly because i don't like it. our class has been separated into two groups, one to argue in favour of Barthes' theories and one against. my group met up on friday and it took us about an hour just to figure out what the essay was actually saying. maybe we're just stupid (or maybe Barthes is crazy. that was pretty much our conclusion). or haven't been properly taught Academic since it is so obviously a completely different language from English pft.