the Contest

Before you know it there will be a Grand Jury a Divine Committee a cluster of Judges to be Chosen from the crowds of the Lesser Ones and they will be able to do it: it will be a Line Up of incomparably learned and beautiful Artistes who wil sit behind the table that is also a catwalk and also a spacestage to look at what is to be chosen and elevated to the heights of celebrity: the Ultimate Muse.The Muses of the World have been informed via brainscans,scattered litter , books,music,concepts ,plain paintings, blisters on dancers feet oozing news about the choice of a Mooze.This will all be for the benefit of the Worlds Greatest Artist so IT can be inspired again.And again.This Artiste thing has been hung in the hall in its cage and is fashionably thin, titty,complaining in a silent chatter about the lack of everything .There is a symphony of praise for all the good poets and pets being played by master musicians in the series of Live for Your Art paid for by nobody.Of course.Why waste when you can gain? Mammel members of the Jury must not play with their necklaces during consideration time .They have the doggytags around their necks with their Names on it.Although everbody knows the Jury.They have been printed and produced ,filmed and fluked ,fucked and sewn together again.Yes,Yeah I can see him now:it’s Humpty Dumpty.He’s restored,just colour blind .Which serves him and his politics right. The Artiste thing is fading white underneath its faka fake tan, its cage slowly losing height ,losing its guilded paint that’s being blown down like mad confetti: the results of an unispired mind will soon hit the polished wooden floors.And: that’s where i come in to steal the Muse.I quote Euterpe the greek one: When I was with You I wanted to dissapear up your mouth where it was soft and singing and I could hear you Live. I smile and i continue in arrogance:What is there to say about you? If you make me able to word my silence, my heart will be yours.:I don’ t have a cage, and although i am a whale and can do the underwater far out communication free of vibrato tremolo it’s being swallowed by dry air.Out there.Now that i have the goods i can’t look back.Let’s face it: i did have to shoot the Artiste and the jury.