What strip mining is to nature the art market has become to culture.
In art there is no progress, only fluctuations of intensity.
It was a secular cathedral, dedicated to the rites of travel.
The greater the artist, the greater the doubt.
What does one prefer? An art that struggles to change the social contract, but fails? Or one that seeks to please and amuse, and succeeds?
One gets tired of the role critics are supposed to have in this culture: It's like being the piano player in a whorehouse; you don't have any control over the action going on upstairs.