Against The High Art Feeling People::Pinoy Penman

I’ve been seeing protest against specific individuals honoring as national artist, by people who have the gal to say that they know what art is. Well Fuck Off.

Let me be very clear that my protest is not directed at the appointees themselves, who all possess some sterling qualities that lifted them to the prominence they justly deserve. I do not mean to put down certain categories or definitions of the word “artist,” which in these times must surely go beyond the age-old figures and spheres of the poet, painter, and musician.
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At the very core of things, no true artist needs an award, especially one granted by a government whose credibility and sincerity many artists will or should find trouble with. But the National Artist Award was meant to rise above petty politics, to give some material recognition and sustenance for our most creative and most productive imaginations—a vain hope, as it turns out, in this politically besotted and benighted country. As one pundit has put it, why be so surprised? How can we be so naïve as to expect that our cultural bureaucracy would be immune to the same strain of corruption that infects our public works, education, and customs offices?
via Pinoy Penman.

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The song I've been listening to most for the past 3 months!

John Mayer performing at the Crossroads Guitar...
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from here:
Title: In Repair
Album: Continuum
Artist: John Mayer
John Mayer Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right
Oh it’s taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart’s advice
I should assume it’s still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

Stood on the corner for a while
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new look upon me
Oh it’s taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart’s advice
I should assume it’s still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

And now i’m walking in a park
All of the birds they dance below me
Maybe when things turn green again
It will be good to say you know me

Oh it’s taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart’s advice
I should assume it’s still unready
Oh i’m never really ready, i’m never really ready
I’m in repair, i’m not together but i’m getting there
I’m in repair, i’m not together but i’m getting there

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