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Тамара · 11.12.2009, 01:53

I would like to revive my topic a bit. It turns out quite informative, but as something completely lifeless. Even so did this forum, and the more material I read, the more interesting, knowledgeable and intelligent people here can see.
Propose here a few unexpected can turn the theme: today, read the following piece of text
... "But among the peoples of the earth there is a special race. it exists outside of humanity - a race
artists. Moved by unknown motives, they take the lifeless mass
humanity and, warming her with fervor and excitement, translates the raw dough
in bread and bread in the wine, and wine in the song - in a captivating song, created by
them from the dead compost and inert slag. I can see how this particular race
Gromit universe, turns everything upside down, walks on the tears and
blood, and her arms stretched out into empty space - to God, to which
can not reach. And when they are tearing their hair out, trying to understand and
grasp what can neither understand nor grasp, when they roar like
maddened beasts, torn and tormented by all that stands in their way, just to
saturate monster, gnawing their guts, I see no other way for them there.
A person belonging to this race must stand on a dais and gnaw
own entrails. For him this is natural, because that is his
Nature. And all that in less awful, all that does not cause such shocks,
not repelled with such force, do not look so crazy, not drunk and did not
infect - all this is not art. This is - a fake. But she was human.
But she reconciles life and lifelessness. "(Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer")
Of course, for every phenomenon there exists an infinite number and assessments, and explanations. Topic "Arts and non-art" can be interpreted in many different ways, many of which do not contradict each other. Yet after just wonder what true art is born necessarily in pain and contradictions. This can be expressed in aggression and in the tragedy - a tenderness for the world "non-host", "non-relevant".
Could this bright talented art is born from the well-being?
Can such art could not "decorative", but a living?

11.12.2009, 01:53	Язык оригинала: Русский #20
Тамара Бывалый Регистрация: 30.11.2009 Сообщений: 385 Спасибо: 1,278 Поблагодарили 2,676 раз(а) в 359 сообщениях Репутация: 5366	The special race of artists. (small lyrical digression) I would like to revive my topic a bit. It turns out quite informative, but as something completely lifeless. Even so did this forum, and the more material I read, the more interesting, knowledgeable and intelligent people here can see. Propose here a few unexpected can turn the theme: today, read the following piece of text ... "But among the peoples of the earth there is a special race. it exists outside of humanity - a race artists. Moved by unknown motives, they take the lifeless mass humanity and, warming her with fervor and excitement, translates the raw dough in bread and bread in the wine, and wine in the song - in a captivating song, created by them from the dead compost and inert slag. I can see how this particular race Gromit universe, turns everything upside down, walks on the tears and blood, and her arms stretched out into empty space - to God, to which can not reach. And when they are tearing their hair out, trying to understand and grasp what can neither understand nor grasp, when they roar like maddened beasts, torn and tormented by all that stands in their way, just to saturate monster, gnawing their guts, I see no other way for them there. A person belonging to this race must stand on a dais and gnaw own entrails. For him this is natural, because that is his Nature. And all that in less awful, all that does not cause such shocks, not repelled with such force, do not look so crazy, not drunk and did not infect - all this is not art. This is - a fake. But she was human. But she reconciles life and lifelessness. "(Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer") Of course, for every phenomenon there exists an infinite number and assessments, and explanations. Topic "Arts and non-art" can be interpreted in many different ways, many of which do not contradict each other. Yet after just wonder what true art is born necessarily in pain and contradictions. This can be expressed in aggression and in the tragedy - a tenderness for the world "non-host", "non-relevant". Could this bright talented art is born from the well-being? Can such art could not "decorative", but a living?