Oh Good Lord...
I really didn't think I'd be referring to this, but...
Gimme a fucking break.
Banging his head against his desk,
James "Sigh" Comtois
Labels: You Gotta Be Shitting Me
posted by Jamespeak at 2:28 PM
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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2 Comments:
Seriously. If we are to take what George says as truth.... the demonization of joy as a mere agent of destruction for the (assumedly) more important "darker imagination" ...... why do we live at all?
George is not making yet another argument against art as consumer product, he is literally telling us that art should not be enjoyed in the traditional human sense because it blinds our more complicated, and darker proclivities.
1. If joy exists, then darkness exists, it's simple science, one cannot exist without the other. Forced subtraction of joy is (contrary to George's opinion) the avenue to uncomplicated and uninteresting art rather than the assumed opposite.
2. I've just got this one life. This one collection of moments. I choose to fill these moments with joy. And I refuse to think that is a cheap or untruthful way to live.
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