Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven
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Thursday, December 04, 2003 Pretenders I saw this article at Drudge yesterday, and said - ho hum, more of the same solipsism of idiot artists. A film student wanted to film two other students having sex in the classroom while the class watched, and then cut the movie with mundane scenes like the two chatting, or eating. The professor agreed, but then thought to ask the officials if this was proper. Negative, he was told. Film student then complains about censorship. My point is not about the tawdry ordinariness of this typical liberal madness, nor that of artists not having a clue as to what art is or for, but that this statement: "This is where you unfold as a creative artist," Ms. Carmicino, 21, said. "You need people to bounce your ideas off of, or else you won't evolve as an artist." This is pure pretension. When I was a lad in junior college taking creative writing and other courses, I was a wannabe artist. I was an apprentice at best. Only a working master had the right to call himself an "artist ". Somebody who actually produced work that other people paid for or supported in numbers great enough to distinguish between a cult and an audience was an artist. Nor being a grant hustler, a member of an academic ghetto, or dilettante qualified one for applause. And the idea for a juvenile that to be "serious" is to be uglier, filthier, nastier in order to be more provocative than other sophomoric wannabes is simply bathetic. I'm not asking God to smite such fools, but, Oh, that life would. That such pinheaded adolescents would enter a real world that slapped them around some, and knocked their silly ideas and personas loose. But that's not what happens. These "artistes" usually go on to work in some foundation, at a museum, continue in academia, serve in a non-profit grant writing machine, join a bureaucracy, and form a "school" of art. They may not make a lot of money, but they move and live in a cushy, self-referential world which no real men inhabit - just wimps, wonks, manipulators, opportunists, users, and seducers. I've seen such people live entire long lives with the same sophomoric notions and slogans of the world that they had at 15. You are stunned that people can live so long and have learned nothing! Just another example, I suppose, of how prosperity corrupts. posted by Mark Butterworth | 4:35 PM | |
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