Art Criticism - The State University of New York
Art Criticism - The State University of New York
Art Criticism - The State University of New York
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symbolism? If the arts only exist to formalize and make articulate our anarchic<br />
Dionysian frenzy in order to purify rationality and help keep the culture on a<br />
level keel, why do critics keep telling artists: "Now don't worry your pretty<br />
little heads about these terrible things," handing them tricky games with which<br />
to amuse themselves? How long before they are allowed to take up grown-ups'<br />
weapons?<br />
Does the eclectic feel that he can jump from one compatibility to<br />
another with complete mobility or nobility like a low-brow checker crowned<br />
king by his public? Some artists' work borrows from so many sources we<br />
crown him original because it's too much trouble to figure out the influences.<br />
<strong>The</strong> advantage <strong>of</strong> having a strong personal style in painting is largely<br />
negative in that it allows one to be heard above the roar <strong>of</strong> mediocrities and<br />
imitators. <strong>The</strong>se egocentric peculiarities distort the messages from the realm <strong>of</strong><br />
the ideal. But the lucky parasites who have found their sturdy, banal oak tree<br />
only want to survive the storm, don't expect others to attach themselves to<br />
their own thin identities. <strong>The</strong> great unifying manner that will put us all above<br />
such survival tactics has yet to arrive. Wagner, Debussy, Schoenberg had<br />
influence that seemed almost universal during their reigns, but each has been<br />
superceded. Yet each seemed exactly right for its epoch. To posterity an eclectic<br />
style may seem the most original since it survives to tell its tale and then<br />
bows out. Only when we have set our society in order will the artists feel<br />
secure to relinquish their own personalities to the overwhelming chorus <strong>of</strong><br />
earth-praise.<br />
How can any artist continue to exist creatively unless he believes his<br />
work is first rate? To keep going, we mediocrities must convince ourselves that<br />
we are being discriminated against, that however neglected we now are "our<br />
time will come" or that our contribution to the great machine, though miniscule,<br />
is vital. Though some <strong>of</strong> us feel that in a reversal in revolution we would be on<br />
top, most <strong>of</strong> us benefit from Capitalism's corrupt largess and chaos.<br />
Fed up with all <strong>of</strong> the systems we once called faiths, we save in our<br />
Hellenistic torpor the tessarae from the never-to-be-repeated murals <strong>of</strong> unity;<br />
they give us only scattered insights, at least portable in our journey toward a<br />
new wonder.<br />
When one's sins <strong>of</strong> omission are seen by others as crimes <strong>of</strong> commission<br />
one had better examine one's habits. <strong>The</strong> coward cast as alcoholic exaggerated<br />
to impress his needed bullies what could be more generous or lifeenhancing<br />
than a little hyperbole? Paying for these lies, what virtuosos we<br />
became in the subleties <strong>of</strong> our poison, what energies we wasted mollifying<br />
hangovers, forgiving ourselves for unreconstructed blackouts. When one is<br />
in the world <strong>of</strong> strife one is not in the world <strong>of</strong> art and the anti-arts we once<br />
practiced there have only weakened our real vocations. Of what comfort is<br />
chaotic art in a chaotic time?<br />
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