A brilliant article that examines the current controversy in Adelaide’s arts industry and relates it to a much wider concern
…Meanwhile, our airwaves and bandwidth are clogged with vacuous and genuinely exploitative “reality” nonsense, an endless stream of meaningless soft-core celebrity porn and dehumanisingly violent entertainments.
The mainstream media, which once was a sober explainer of world events, now feeds us a relentless diet of news reports about the latest tragedy-du-jour – murders, fires, earthquakes, rapes, bashings, you name it; it’s all fleeting fodder for the rolling 24-hour news cycle. Sometimes, some might say often, these reports are decontextualised, ephemeral, unenlightening – disturbing events rise and disappear without explanation or deeper examination. And, then, occasionally, it seems some media organisations are prepared todo just about anything to deliver this stream of gruesome info-tainment to us in ever more prurient ways.
If there is an “excruciating wankfest” going on in our culture, the contribution by serious artists is but a tiny tickle compared to the orgiastic output of some mainstream media companies.
Which leaves me with this question: if serious artists don’t explain and seriously explore the dark and troubling events of our time, who will?
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