I have been bizarrely, academically intrigued by memebase lately. Here we have Derrida's bricoleurs constructing new images from pre-existing templates before our very eyes; we have TS Eliot's mandate for art to engage in conversation with all preceding and extant works in a living whole functioning before our eyes in real time; and we have Foucault's deconstruction of the author, exploding the myth of originality, on display for all.
Not that I'd ever classify memebase as art--it barely even qualifies as low-brow. These hackeyed images are the lowest of the low, the most basic of the basic, the most fleeting of the fleeting. But that's just the thing--this cheapest of entertainment is perhaps the most vivid deconstruction of artistic creation we currently have available. I do believe the Dada-ists would be jealous. Memebase is brilliant in its utter vapid stupidity, in a manner that I almost can't look away from.
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