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[FM] SEPTEMBER - James Baldwin Quote
Sep. 6th, 2007 12:44 pmAll art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. - James Baldwin
Well I certainly can’t say that I disagree. The whole purpose of art...truly *great* art, anyway...is to offer up a slice of being, a piece of the soul for public consumption. It takes a strong individual to do something that bold, and a very damaged individual to do something that frighteningly mad.
Now I am no artist, but I am a consumer of such pieces of human detritus and spiritual exhibitionism, and to those who are made of sterner stuff than I, I say ‘good show’and wait for Lorelai to stop laughing at my vernacular. And I honestly believe that it takes time to recognize truly great art...that’s why so many of the masters have died penniless and in disgrace. It takes the death of greatness for greatness to be realized, a sad fact about our strange little society.
I was fortunate enough, however, to locate a little slice of genius during a business trip recently...a rather unique piece of work that had all the revelation and heart that lacked some of the tragedy of loss. It wasn’t bright by any means, but it gave back rather than took away. It clung to that slice of self offered up, but somehow managed to hold nothing back from the reader. Yes, it was a book...and by an odd little twist of Fate, it was penned by someone I know...at least indirectly.
I was in Wilmington, Delaware recently to investigate the occurrence of a tulpa when I made a side trip to Philadelphia in order to visit a colleague. While I was there, I happened into a local independent bookstore and picked up a copy of a book called THE SUBSECT. Very original, very well-written...entirely singular.
It wasn’t until I returned home and had Rory in stitches when I presented her with a copy that I realized why the author’s name was so familiar to me. Jess Mariano is actually *Rory’s* Jess...boy she dated in high school. She, obviously, already had a copy of the book, and seemed rather pleased that I enjoyed it so much. Given what I know now, it certainly explains a lot about the book after all I’ve heard Rory tell of him. He’s unquestionably talented, and from the way Rory speaks of him? Definitely worthy of my interest as her future stepfather.
She’s a big girl, I know...but she’s a special girl. And one day, she’ll be *my* girl. And I want to make sure this lad’s worthy of the light I saw him put in Rory Gilmore’s eyes.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 433
Well I certainly can’t say that I disagree. The whole purpose of art...truly *great* art, anyway...is to offer up a slice of being, a piece of the soul for public consumption. It takes a strong individual to do something that bold, and a very damaged individual to do something that frighteningly mad.
Now I am no artist, but I am a consumer of such pieces of human detritus and spiritual exhibitionism, and to those who are made of sterner stuff than I, I say ‘good show’
I was fortunate enough, however, to locate a little slice of genius during a business trip recently...a rather unique piece of work that had all the revelation and heart that lacked some of the tragedy of loss. It wasn’t bright by any means, but it gave back rather than took away. It clung to that slice of self offered up, but somehow managed to hold nothing back from the reader. Yes, it was a book...and by an odd little twist of Fate, it was penned by someone I know...at least indirectly.
I was in Wilmington, Delaware recently to investigate the occurrence of a tulpa when I made a side trip to Philadelphia in order to visit a colleague. While I was there, I happened into a local independent bookstore and picked up a copy of a book called THE SUBSECT. Very original, very well-written...entirely singular.
It wasn’t until I returned home and had Rory in stitches when I presented her with a copy that I realized why the author’s name was so familiar to me. Jess Mariano is actually *Rory’s* Jess...boy she dated in high school. She, obviously, already had a copy of the book, and seemed rather pleased that I enjoyed it so much. Given what I know now, it certainly explains a lot about the book after all I’ve heard Rory tell of him. He’s unquestionably talented, and from the way Rory speaks of him? Definitely worthy of my interest as her future stepfather.
She’s a big girl, I know...but she’s a special girl. And one day, she’ll be *my* girl. And I want to make sure this lad’s worthy of the light I saw him put in Rory Gilmore’s eyes.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: MIRACLES
Words: 433
