.CORNELIUS / ROMBORAMA / THE BLOODY BEETROOTS.
[link]Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run. He has to run faster than the distant fragments of our time, faster than the voices hemming him in, telling him that however much he thinks,imagines, writes or comunicates, the system has already found a new way of drowning him out.
Faster than the army of pretentious pinheads boasting artistic bollox, screaming their cheapskate anger, selling out for twenty seconds of fame, filling their arses with gold so they can say I was there, applauding midgets dressed up as giants.
He knows he has to chase ideals that have packed their bags And run off to the nearest tourist haven or tax haven and chase gods that ask for a discount on the rent on olympus and apartments with a view of the clouds because, if they look down, they say they get an urge to throw up.
Down here, its all ours, it all belongs to men and women, but its common knowledge that weve never had a particular talent for doing things well.
Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run. What he doesnt know, perhaps, is that he doesnt have to run
alone
The Bloody Beetroots Manifesto.