Some­times Brown St. offers up a bit of good­ness on Trash Day.

Ready for the opera or are you just pick­ing your seat?

Today though, I decided to offer up a photo of a pock­et­book I made last year.

And then add the road­side treasures.

Da dee dee da.

The renam­ing of Fluxus. Can it really occur? Will today’s cur­rent “fluxus” artists give up their man­tle and exchange it?

I say this: Fluxus of 1950s-​1970s can­not move for­ward. It is trapped in its cur­rent time frame by technology.

Even New New Fluxus would be incorrect.

Plas­tic. The innocu­ous addi­tion of plas­tic to life, its ever present never end­ing assault on our days, our food, our flux. With the advent of plas­tic, sil­i­con chips, and micro-​processors — Fluxus ceased to move for­ward. It became redun­dant. It is pre-​War, almost, in its grasp of our world tech­no­log­i­cal advances. New Art must reflect the idea and the real­ity of mass cul­ture con­sump­tion, an idea which was not fully real­ized until after 1980.

“We can­not sur­ren­der until Pedro fin­ishes his song.”

“Then make it a long one cause we ain’t never gonna’ give up.”

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