Bisognerebbe andare al Museo come fanno i pittori, nell’entusiasmo del dialogo, e non come facciamo noi amatori, con una reverenza che, in fin dei conti, non è di buon gusto. Il Museo ci dà una cattiva coscienza, una coscienza da ladri.
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we would rather live through the misery of the reality
So, looking around us today, we see just what we might expect: we, “the world”, would rather live through the misery of the reality we have created (the entirely artificial reality of the crisis) than put together a new, negotiated reality.
all I have found is sadness
I have been struggling to say something pertinent in response to your remark about the art playing a diminished role in our inner life since the late seventies or early eighties. I have filled several pages with my rants and opinions, but they don’t satisfy me. […] Also: the more I have pondered the question, the more depressed I have become — overwhelmed by a feelng that I have been witing an obituary of my own time, my own life.
Some of the approaches I have attempted are: 1) an analysis of capitalism triumphant; 2) the victory of pop colture over “high” culture; 3) the collapse of Communism, and with it the collapse of revolutionary idealism, the notion that society can be reinvented; 4) the death of modernism.
Answers might be found in exploring these subjects, but all I have found is sadness.
two or perhapes three stages
One can think of a life in art, schematically, in two or perhaps three stages. In the first you find, or pose for yourself, a great question. In the second you labor away at answering it. And then, if you live long enough, you come to the third stage, when the aforesaid great question begins to bore you, and you need to look elsewhere.
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If you are not fully in the game you are playing, however, you are not truly playing it.
