The artist performs a function, the writer an activity.
Every artist is eventually digested by the artistic institution,
unless they cease to identify their being with that of language:
this is why so few artists renounce object making,
for that is literally to kill themselves, to die to the being they have chosen;
and if there are such artists,
their silence echoes like an inexplicable conversion.
It is obviously insufficient to repeat empty slogans:
"the artist has disappeared";
Rather, we should reexamine the empty space left by the artist's disappearance;
we should attentively observe, along its gaps and fault lines,
its new demarcations, and the reapportionment of this void;
we should await the fluid functions
released by this disappearance.

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