Part of what dissent has to do is stay a half a step ahead of the process of commodification in order to keep that edge that is the edge of life. That’s something that artists always understand, that they’re just one six-month-period away from being trite. Even in this moment, I can feel my own triteness building behind me like Marvell’s chariot.
“If we are indeed doomed to the comically convergent task of dismantling the universe, and fabricating from its stuff an artifact called The Universe, it is reasonable to suppose that such an artifact will resemble the vaults of an endless film archive built to house, in eternal cold storage, the infinite film.”
Hollis Frampton | “For a Metahistory of Film: Commonplace Notes and Hypotheses”