We must burn all art.
We must burn all art because of Marcel Duchamp.
We must burn it because of Pablo Picasso, Vincent van Gogh,
Rene Magritte, and especially Henry Darger.
We must burn everything inside and because of the Louvre and the Metropolitan.
We must burn art because of the Renaissance, Medieval times, and the Dark Ages.
We must burn all art because of pi and e,
because of the golden mean, non-Euclidean geometry, and abstract algebra
and because of zero and especially the null set.
We must burn all art because of imaginary numbers.
We must burn all art because of unreliable narrators, flashblacks, and clichés.
We must burn because of Snakes In Hawaii, Kurt Vonnegut,
and If on a winter's night a traveler, because of Neuromancer,
because of Faust, Paradise Lost, and everything by Shakespeare or Chaucer.
We must burn all art because of Courier New.
We must burn all art because of impressionism, because of realism,
abstract expressionism, post-post-modernism, minimalism and surrealism,
because of dada, because of op art, because of pop art, because of cubism.
We must burn it all because Charlie Brown kissed a girl,
and because Garfield never told us to.
We must burn all art because it has already been done.
We must burn it because it's already dead and because it's not dead yet
and because we have nothing else to do but make more art.