As the author of the article said, there is most definitely an element of “The Emperor has no clothes” with some of this “art”.
A few years back, a conservative friend and I went to Harvard Square in Cambridge, MA, a city right up there with Berkeley, Ithaca, and Madison with regards to its leftism.
They had a place outside an Au Bon Pain that was frequented by chess players, and that night, there was a “Poetry Slam” going on, so we stopped and watched for a few minutes.
There was a girl, dressed all in black, faintly resembling Ally Sheedy in the movie “The Breakfast Club” reciting a “poem”:
(Spoken in beatnik tones) “...and then he grabbed me and threw me down. And he F***** me. And then again. And...”
We looked at each other with this shared expression of “Can you believe these effing lunatics?” and then, looking at the people sitting next to us watching intently, a guy, stroking his chin and listening as if it were the most profound thing he had ever heard.
These people are completely unhinged.
“Art: a celebration of beauty and truth.”
Art isn’t always about beauty and truth is often ugly.