I recently published The Rory Marinich Experience and it's available in Barnes and Noble and Amazon. Would it be okay if I posted about this incredible novel on the blue? I know it's a self-link but I feel this one might be different. Plus, rave reviews from Stephen King and Nietzsche's great-granddaughter! Let me know mods.
Agreed. And further I have to say I'm bothered by the in-club our-team-kicked-ass chest-thumping of many comments in this thread.
Some people have been claiming this incident made it a banner day for MeFi and they've never been prouder, etc., but honestly the reactions here have saddened me. And before the usual wags chime in, I'm NOT a Tao Lin sockpuppet either, nor do I know him - though I have myself written and published unusual and experimental writing.
I'm a little surprised to see very little pushback against the notion that Metafilter is a slightly hostile place to postmodern and comtemporary art ideas.
It sounds to me like you're completely on board with what is so awesome about contemporary art.
Cage, as an artist, sees the artist's job as providing some sort of structure to what already exists in the world, whether it's arranging pigments on a canvas or varying pressure densities in the air around you.
Somebody on MetaFilter (I think) said it very well and I'm going to plagiarize them: What matters today isn't whether or not something is art. Because everything is. So all that matters is whether something is GOOD art, where by "good" I can mean a number of things from "interesting" to "fun" to "made me have a conversation I wouldn't otherwise have" to "made me hug my friends".
The idea of postmodernism (in my mind) is that we stop asking what's art and what's not.
I like the idea that a part of why he's an annoying pest on the Internet is to examine why we get so easily worked up over some relatively unannoying things; we've got 350 comments now in response to one guy posting a self-link. It suggests that we're taking him more seriously than probably we should.
There's no reason for you to let yourself waste a minute on him unless you're convinced that he's somehow worth the time.
I resort to it because I don't really hang my hat on the importance of being able to say the word "art" and have everybody agree with me on whatever that word means.
In 1942, at age 19, he joined the U.S. Army Air Corps. Two years later he was sent to Italian Front, where he flew 60 combat missions as a B-25 bombardier. His Unit was the 488th Bomb Squadron, 340th Bomb Group, 12th Air Force. Heller later remembered the war as "fun in the beginning... You got the feeling that there was something glorious about it." On his return home he "felt like a hero... People think it quite remarkable that I was in combat in an airplane and I flew sixty missions even though I tell them that the missions were largely milk runs." — Wikipedia