"What is art? Prostitution"
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Baudelaire’s little grenade works because it’s both an insult and a confession. In two words, he collapses the sacred aura of “art” into the grubby mechanics of exchange: desire, money, performance, disgust. “Prostitution” isn’t just a moral taunt; it’s a theory of culture. The artist sells intimacy to strangers, packages sensation, courts attention, and survives by being wanted. That’s the commercial reality modernity forces on creativity, and Baudelaire had the bad luck (or perverse luck) to see it early and clearly.
The subtext is less “artists are whores” than “art is born inside a marketplace that pretends it isn’t one.” Mid-19th-century Paris was becoming a machine for consumption: department stores, mass print, a public newly trained to browse, judge, and discard. Baudelaire’s own career ran through that gauntlet. He wrote criticism, depended on patrons, fought debt, and cultivated scandal as a kind of currency. If art needs an audience, it also needs their appetite. Prostitution is his brutally efficient metaphor for that dependence: you don’t merely express yourself; you offer yourself up.
There’s irony here, too: Baudelaire is scandalized by the transaction even as he aestheticizes it. The line performs what it condemns. It shocks, it sells, it sticks. Like a streetwise epigram, it’s marketing as moral critique - a poet admitting that modern art survives by turning authenticity into a staged encounter and calling the bluff of anyone who says otherwise.
The subtext is less “artists are whores” than “art is born inside a marketplace that pretends it isn’t one.” Mid-19th-century Paris was becoming a machine for consumption: department stores, mass print, a public newly trained to browse, judge, and discard. Baudelaire’s own career ran through that gauntlet. He wrote criticism, depended on patrons, fought debt, and cultivated scandal as a kind of currency. If art needs an audience, it also needs their appetite. Prostitution is his brutally efficient metaphor for that dependence: you don’t merely express yourself; you offer yourself up.
There’s irony here, too: Baudelaire is scandalized by the transaction even as he aestheticizes it. The line performs what it condemns. It shocks, it sells, it sticks. Like a streetwise epigram, it’s marketing as moral critique - a poet admitting that modern art survives by turning authenticity into a staged encounter and calling the bluff of anyone who says otherwise.
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