“Art will always want us. It finds us infinitely desirable.”—
Clive James, describing the “lust for discovery [that is] a feeling as concentrated and powerful as amorous longing, with the advantage that we never [have] to fear rejection.” James’ point is elsewhere, and I don’t wish to linger on the notion of art as an escape except to note that if it is, it is not necessarily a cowardly one.
Milan Kundera once defended Igor Stravinsky against critics who, romantics and sentimentalists that they were, felt he suffered from a “poverty of heart.” He didn’t emote enough for them, and as music seemed to serve these critics as a mirror in which to observe (and parade) their own feelings he was thus a formalist and a failure.
Kundera mounts a convincing counter-argument before additionally noting that Stravinsky’s critics themselves didn’t “have heart enough to understand the wounded feelings that lay behind his vagabondage through the history of music,” to see that devotion to art and to form and to beauty is a sort of love in itself, one perhaps preferable for a man so displaced in reality as Stravinsky. (Stravinsky lived in exile, and -Kundera claims- found his home in music’s historical development).
If your country is taken over by savage ideologues and your woman runs off with your friend, taking the dog, you can do worse than turning yourself over to art, which is never insincere in its desire to share something -life, experience, perception, form- with you.
“5. In West Virginia, anyone who taunts someone who decides not to participate in a duel or who declines to accept a challenge is guilty of a misdemeanor and can be sent to jail for up to six months and fined up to $100.”—Wacky Laws Still on the Books in America (via sarahchristine)
…which is an offshoot of this blog, which is ending soon, at which I also sometimes write (and you should be reading)(or, at least looking at the pretty pictures on?) along with other, very talented and pretty people. Do you read Haruki Murakami? If so, the reference “I shovel cultural snow” might mean something to you.
I do other stuff too, lots of it, in fact, but that’s a story for another time.
My favorite literary reference is “silence, cunning, and exile.” If you get that, then I love you.
I have great taste in things and things like me back, but it’s not exclusive. I’m in my 20s and I live in a part of the country that I absolutely despise. I also appear to have a huge head and tiny T-rex arms in these photos I’m posting. I don’t know how I feel about that.
You can reach me at marcosparks2012 at gmail dot com if you so desire and I’ll probably post my AIM screename as soon as I remember it. Say hi sometime. I’m not really what you’d call friendly, but I adore new victims.
UPDATE: Attention, victims, my AIM screen name if one so desired: