Censorship, self-censorship, poison pens and the new moral majority

Art is dead.

How profound, eh? Let me explain. Art, as I've understood (and enjoyed) it my entire life, is officially deceased. It's expired. Kaput. Extinct. Cold, lifeless, stiff...whatever you want to call it, it's no mas. It's been on life support for years now but we've finally pulled the plug and put the last couple of nails in the coffin. R.I.P. ar…