Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
a hope
Writing is in all of us
it flows forth from the alpha to the omega
our spirit there awakens the impossible
to be the reason and the birth for this occasion
How long ago we searched all of our brothers,
our sisters and our angels coming forwards,
and swayed our royal crown of love and anger
all filtered through the masks of the eternal?
It comes forth from our yesterdays and summers
all glowing like the tips of mountains burning,
and while the requisite of life demands a high price,
we know that our tomorrow never trembles.
it flows forth from the alpha to the omega
our spirit there awakens the impossible
to be the reason and the birth for this occasion
How long ago we searched all of our brothers,
our sisters and our angels coming forwards,
and swayed our royal crown of love and anger
all filtered through the masks of the eternal?
It comes forth from our yesterdays and summers
all glowing like the tips of mountains burning,
and while the requisite of life demands a high price,
we know that our tomorrow never trembles.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
preliminary notes
So what is the importance really? What did art do for us? Enlighten...enrich?
We had through history an expectation to be fullfilled by the arts, from the greek times even we had both skepticism and great hope of a medium of purification or the platonic lie which would make the true ideas even more unclear because of their imitative nature. At this point however Plato did not think the same of myths as he did of art and at what point exactly did we end up understanding art itself as a mythology of sorts? To find this point of conceptual transition is partly the beginning of understanding the cristalization of the 20th century's "isms" and the point of convergence or at the same time bifurcation of art mythologies such as those of Joyce, and the archetypal presence in Thomas Mann. Perhaps romantic music made this trajectory inevitable but even if the fusion of art and myth in the sense of Joseph Campbell's views came as a sort of logical replacement for a religious necessity, there seems to be also in this logic a black hole like density of purpose from which simplicity can both not escape or be free. In the end art must always return to its point of origin, to its birth place, the moment that could well be called a singularity.
We had through history an expectation to be fullfilled by the arts, from the greek times even we had both skepticism and great hope of a medium of purification or the platonic lie which would make the true ideas even more unclear because of their imitative nature. At this point however Plato did not think the same of myths as he did of art and at what point exactly did we end up understanding art itself as a mythology of sorts? To find this point of conceptual transition is partly the beginning of understanding the cristalization of the 20th century's "isms" and the point of convergence or at the same time bifurcation of art mythologies such as those of Joyce, and the archetypal presence in Thomas Mann. Perhaps romantic music made this trajectory inevitable but even if the fusion of art and myth in the sense of Joseph Campbell's views came as a sort of logical replacement for a religious necessity, there seems to be also in this logic a black hole like density of purpose from which simplicity can both not escape or be free. In the end art must always return to its point of origin, to its birth place, the moment that could well be called a singularity.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
an attempt at self understanding
A fountain is something that can never end...
Why this phrase? There are various elements involved first the word fountain and the concept something that can never end. What is a fountain and what does it mean whether it could contain within it that concept of something eternal. I could simply say a fountain is eternal but this would only play on one of the meanings possible. A fountain by nature when it is active perpetuates its activity, it flows it gives and it comes back second by second, it doesnt tire or do something new but its dependent on mechanics. To say a fountain is eternal is hyperbole but to say that it is something that can never end is going to the essence of what the fountain is during one given moment, it is the essence of our subjective dream of what it is, it is the truth mixed with imperfection, just as parallel lines cannot intersect in reality yet to our eyes the do eventually meet and this is the paradox of what we see as beautiful and perhaps the beginning of what is love.
Why this phrase? There are various elements involved first the word fountain and the concept something that can never end. What is a fountain and what does it mean whether it could contain within it that concept of something eternal. I could simply say a fountain is eternal but this would only play on one of the meanings possible. A fountain by nature when it is active perpetuates its activity, it flows it gives and it comes back second by second, it doesnt tire or do something new but its dependent on mechanics. To say a fountain is eternal is hyperbole but to say that it is something that can never end is going to the essence of what the fountain is during one given moment, it is the essence of our subjective dream of what it is, it is the truth mixed with imperfection, just as parallel lines cannot intersect in reality yet to our eyes the do eventually meet and this is the paradox of what we see as beautiful and perhaps the beginning of what is love.
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