Letter One. Paris. February 17, 1903
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small,transitory life.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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The best musicians answer something in you when you don’t even know the question.
I Think I Love You, Allison Pearson (via littlehelpcorner)
Tomorrow: Allison Pearson.
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(…) Styles and works that are extremely popular satisfy certain needs of the soul in certain ways. Styles and works that are doomed to marginality also satisfy certain needs of the soul, and not just the needs of the marginal. Much resistance to certain kinds of culture is a LEARNED disability. Contra the evolutionists, it has nothing to do with an innate need for storytelling or surface prettiness. There are too many examples in history of individuals cut off from all privilege and advantage who yet created things that are extraordinarily difficult and discomforting, and their legacy has been critical for the history of civilization.
We must become better readers: to read what is in front of and all around us, in life as in art. And, though there many interpretations, surely there are better and worse readings just as there are better and worse texts.
”Having no money is awesome. It’s everything I dreamed it would be.
I don’t want perfection of detail in the acting. I’d hate a picture that was perfect, it would seem machine made. I want the human touch, so that you love the picture for its imperfections.
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I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.
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I may have contradicted myself. My problem isn’t actually with Lady Gaga. But there’s not much in her music to distinguish it from other glossy, formulaic pop. She just happens to wear slightly weirder outfits than Britney Spears. But they’re not that weird — they’re mostly just skimpy. She’s fully marketing her body/sexuality; she’s just doing it while wearing, like, a ‘fierce’ telephone hair-hat. Her sexuality has no scuzziness, no frank raunchiness, in the way that, say, Peaches, or even Grace Jones, have — she’s Arty Spice! And, meanwhile, she seems to take herself so oddly seriously, the way she talks about her music in the third person, like she’s Brecht or something. She just makes me miss Cyndi Lauper.
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Dress everyday like you gonna get murdered in those clothes.
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Do you have an idea then? What is this thing worth to us? Not enough to be forced into expecting a monetary exchange, but enough to keep it going? Not enough to make (mistake) an artist (for) a celebrity, but enough so that they can focus on what they must to make?
The more I go on, the more I realize the less I know. I hope to have a realistic view of the world some time in the coming decades, but know that I am far from it now. More and more questions, fewer and fewer answers.
