This is an excellent video essay about art, punk, edginess, featuring many of my favorite directors, musicians, and comedians. I can't remember everyone but man, there's Richard Pryor, George Carlin, Frank Zappa, Marilyn Manson, Patrice O'Neal, John Waters, Lars von Trier, Bill Hicks (<iq>an anti-corporate, anti-authoritarian dark poet</iq>), Paul Mooney, Andrei Tarkovsky, Alejandro Jodorowsky...the list goes on. <media href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_-t3i6ipz4" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/L_-t3i6ipz4" source="YouTube" width="560px" author="The Cinema Cartography" caption="Nothing is punk anymore..."> Bill Hicks, at <b>33:35</b> (cited from <i>Rants in E-Minor</i>), <bq><img attachment="bill_hicks.webp" align="right" caption="Bill Hicks">Let me tell you something right now and you can print this in stone and don't you ever forget it; Any, <i>ANY</i> performer that ever sells a product on television is---for now and all eternity---removed from the artistic world. I don't care if you shit Mona Lisas out of your ass on cue; you've made your fucking choice.</bq> I weep when I watch television in the States and watch one actor, comedian, and musician after another hawk mobile-phone services, financial services, and medications. <bq>Why are all these millionaires selling us insurance? And clothes? What? They don't have enough money?</bq> It's a tragedy. I always think of Bill Hicks. Good thing pancreatic cancer took him young---before he could sell out. The video concludes with the plaintive, <bq>People miss out on so many things, they don't know they don't know.</bq>