i can't

I can't give a shit anymore about art that doesn't liberate. I'm fighting for my family's survival and right to psychic freedom and life. What are you doing?

Inescapably subaltern

If the aim of art is to transcend one's own body, what about those bodies invisible and left behind? If Roland Barthes' "death of the author" is precluded upon the invisibility, i.e. the non-death and non-life of non-white bodies, fuck that. White art, theory, and their progenitors need to address this rather arrogant loss of body: who has a body to begin with? White (authors') deaths matter.