RND/ to consider a new archetypal living ‘bad artist’ cliche, hereby known as “Borenzo Lelenguer”:
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Even featuring a stupid, ultra-pretentious™ hat, paint slapped on the ends of anvils and bits of wire stuck in blobs of concrete. B.F.D. And he accepts Bitcoin. Of course he does. Welcome to the team, Borenzo.
RND/ to consider seriously l33t (try-hard) Cyberpunk eBooks from amazon and good-style bad concept fan art.
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A 40 page novella for £4.99 and zero content preview available, allowing human beings to “link themselves to the age of arts and literature” – apparently complete with “analysis, meaning and association” inside? Sorry but not bloody likely, mirror-shaded techn0boy.
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Ah, dear miserable loney Norria – with your odd, slightly shrivelled left cybernetic arm, your ‘nasal super filters’ and ‘magnetic feet pads’ – still (for some reason) blindly / faithfully sticking to Cyberpunk’s long since abandoned dystopian trash as if it were remotely cool (read non ironically ‘edgy and hardcore’) – and not far more simply ‘good-bad’ (aka Kitsch.)
RND/ To consider an ‘Amerikan Cyberpunk Vision Apocalypse’ – a collapse in the vision that once (/never) was Cyberpunk
If they think you’re technical, go crude
– William Gibson, Johnny Mnemonic
Check out this cool wired warrior – with a (literal) camera for an eye, an oldskool CD player for a hand, chest embedded tape reels and an eagle (with a radar on the top of its head) for a companion – all on the merry lit road to hardcore action and high adventure in the great dystopian outdoors, probably
In which the colour palette evokes Latin American street art murals
Such a collapse / desimulation of the techno-utopian ideal and the resulting sleazy outsider “Bad Art” represents and codifies current unconscious dreams / wishes for the near future of advanced cyberpunk aesthetics – that it evolves into what it more actually was before, just underneath its glazed neon surfaces, ie. gloriously camp, confoundingly ugly, amazingly rough – in short, smeared with delicious synthetic sleaze