I can sense a whole generation of strange artists waiting to erupt. The state of mind of generations is cyclical. At the moment it's highly conformist: people don't search for strange, wonderful art; it's all presented to them in a menu where which they consequently digest. There are many ostracized, solitary teenagers who are creating strange art and I can sense that these kindred souls will gain more stature in the mainstream some time soon.
Revolutions and manifestos are dumb because they encourage the subsequent generation to rebel against the established norm. I believe in the individual, not in groups. This generation of 'kindred souls' will not be a collective one, it will be developed independently by each separate individual.
As generations are 'cyclical' (there was a so-called 'boom' of latin-american writers at one point), I can sense that a whole new bunch of solitary outsiders who hide in their remote edges and who regularly post on internet blogs/websites will erupt with powerful new works of art: powerful novels, powerful musical compositions, powerful poetry, powerful paintings, etc. I hope to be a participant of it.
As a consequence of this, Bartok will gain air-play on non-classical radio stations and Pynchon will be devoured by teenagers who don't normally read. Teenagers will no longer go out to get mindlessly pissed; they will go out to seek new, exciting aesthetic things.
All this is probably wishful thinking, but I was delighted when the lunatic who regularly visits my Feedback page linked me onto this letter sent to the new york times which was written by a kid who managed to articulate my daydreams far better than I managed to: