Imagine a woman made completely from her art.
Say she is a poet. How would she exist before she learned to write? Would she be made from other people's poems until she could write her own?
What about a painter? Would she be made out of DaVinci and Michaelangelo and Rembrandt before she learned to wield a brush?
What about a composer? Would we see a jumble of musical notes trundling down the street in a humanoid shape?
2007-06-21 08:18:16 · 4 answers · asked by Cinnibuns 5 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
To piquant pariah, this wasn't at all an actual thought ... just something silly that popped into my head on realizing that many of our symbolic sayings are ridiculous when taken literally.
I think you got the joke, though, because your mention of hallucinigins made me giggle.
2007-06-21 09:46:59 · update #1
I envision you naked
wrapped in a tranluscent sheath of poetic quirks
smelling of exotic timeless oils
of writing lamps..
A small monkey you picked up at the zoo
follows you
in everything you do.
Your hair flows like a river
And didn't you know...
that my favorite fresh water critter is beaver.
...all that and a few sparkles to taste. Yummy!
2007-06-21 08:35:42 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
Can art be locked away and never seen, or destroyed upon creation unwitnessed by all? Would it still be art? A singer in a choir who ignores the songs of others is soon a soloist... or worse, her songs are silenced forever.
Such is the fate of a person who builds their own world, climbs in, and then shuts the door behind them. Novels must be legible and songs must be audible. While discord is permissible, complete discord is only static. Not art.
No one is completely themselves. Those who make the greatest efforts to be so will fail not only at being themselves, they will fail at being altogether. They will have seen as a curse what is actually some of the greatest beauty there is.
2007-06-21 16:41:27 · answer #2 · answered by Doctor Why 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
I understand your need to partake of hallucinogens in your experimental, "finding myself", college dormitory desperation, but even still; you are taking this a bit far.
True art and honest art is that already, sort of. Art is fleeting moments of expression captured in that instance from the source and what they've absorbed in their environment. I think of Thom Yorke who can't listen to an album after he puts it out. He exorcises all of what he put into them while recording and then he's finished. It's like saying the faucet and the water that pours forth are equal..
Arty Artemis, Archimedes, ARf
2007-06-21 16:02:19 · answer #3 · answered by piquant pariah 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Woop oop oop oop I`m trying to get deleted before I have to look.
2007-06-21 15:47:00 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋