tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post6536399695279224942..comments2024-03-19T16:12:52.149-07:00Comments on my dripping brain: professional nonsenseTim Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-80964554965828307762013-12-30T03:46:58.012-08:002013-12-30T03:46:58.012-08:00"Art is a house that wants to be haunted.&quo..."Art is a house that wants to be haunted." -- yes, especially the art of poetry. It would much rather be haunted than blasted with ego, opinion, harshness, and babbling. Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-47604090420822147402013-12-28T10:49:53.812-08:002013-12-28T10:49:53.812-08:00The Wondrous Uncanny would be a great title for so...The Wondrous Uncanny would be a great title for something not aimed at making actual money.julianzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08764645706077689808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-88263336552091510292013-12-28T10:47:40.701-08:002013-12-28T10:47:40.701-08:00"Nature is a haunted house. Art is a house th..."Nature is a haunted house. Art is a house that wants to be haunted." - Emily Dickinson.<br />I am in agreement with your "rant." And also, the commentary above, including Bobin, is excellent.julianzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08764645706077689808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-18063529883771468592013-12-27T08:14:26.133-08:002013-12-27T08:14:26.133-08:00I mentioned "actual money" because it ir...I mentioned "actual money" because it irks me that such wrongheaded and complacent thinking gets rewarded.Tim Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02077264442946829918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538119758525687531.post-81346438573225387852013-12-27T07:41:30.728-08:002013-12-27T07:41:30.728-08:00After a brief perusal of the article, (he makes so...After a brief perusal of the article, (he makes some valid-sounding points) I found your last remark particularly telling: "actual money." It is as if the author of the article is assuming a material value could be assigned to each piece of art, and that its "function" within society's cold machine could somehow be quantified. The thought leaves me unsatisfied, actually nauseous. The idea of taking one's art in doses, like measured pills, is abhorrent--as is the notion of categorizing the intangible, of forcing it into some narrow utilitarian niche, in order to create more compliant zombies (here I am confessing my complicity, having often worn a zombie-outfit).<br /><br />The words of Christian Bobin, as quoted and translated by the mysterious Fiodor of France, speak more eloquently to me:<br /><br /> “To write," says Bobin, "is like drawing a door on an impassable wall, and then opening it”.<br /><br />“My idea of life is a book, and my idea of a book is a draught of ice-cold water like the one coming out of the mouth of a lion fountain on a mountain road in the Juras, one summer. I was in one of these joyful penal colonies that one calls ‘summer camp’. I was left there for centuries, integrated into a small troop of singing killers, my peers, when in the middle of a forced march under a broiling sun there appeared the fountain belching out its foam of light. I rushed under the lion's mouth, opened my own and swallowed an ocean of cold water. The water rushed into my body right up to the heart where it extinguished the fire of abandonment that ravaged it. Decades later, I still remember the mystical comfort given by that icy water. Whenever I open a book, I look for the lion's mouth."<br /><br />http://a-heedful-idiot.blogspot.com/search/label/Christian%20Bobin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Iulia Flamehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06962212081437398247noreply@blogger.com