Tag: deadbeats
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Suits, Spooks and Deadbeats
The gray men in pin stripes, their brains wired to the Stock Exchange, see a virus in production. More pistons pumping, more rivets red-hot, that means fewer digits flickering on their screens. They’d be tossed aside, obsolete cogs in a machine that’s learned to build itself. No, production’s a dirty word in their vocabulary, a…
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Deadbeats
Deadbeats of the Soul: A Cut-Up Manifesto They crawl out of the fetid alleys of existence, these word-slingers, these paint-drenched maniacs. Society calls them deadbeats, wasters, men and women with holes in their shoes and existential dread clinging to their trench coats like yesterday’s smog. But burrow deeper, past the pawn shop trinkets and ramen…
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In Praise of Deadbeats
There will be no new art until deadbeats can once again haunt the cracked and peeling apartments of society’s underbelly, where rent is a laughable afterthought and debt is someone else’s problem. Art doesn’t thrive under fluorescent lights and installment plans; it’s born in the claustrophobic haze of unpaid bills and sticky bar tops, in…