I was just writing something related (I think?) to what you said here—from what I could grasp of it. We developed eyes to see the world and with those eyes we killed it. It’s natural to turn away from and in so doing atrophy what is unnatural and especially when that unnatural thing is you. Art will inevitably become invisible precisely as an accurate depiction of what it sees when it looks back at us: our blindness. Art is a carcass because we are dead. But it will continue to be as long as some part of us is still alive, even if we don’t know it (just as it sees our death when we can’t), and it will see us even when we can’t see ourselves. All organisms have a life source but in order for that life source to continue it must be sneaky as fuck.
Idk. There are maybe heavy traces of anthropomorphism in all that. 'The dynamics of the sublime mark the moment when the infinite is frozen into the materiality of stone, when no pathos, anxiety, or sympathy is conceivable; it is, indeed, the moment of a-pathos, or apathy, as the complete loss of the symbolic. ' But thank you.
Also reminded me of this: (John Donne The Undertaking)
I have done one braver thing
Than all the Worthies did,
And yet a braver thence doth spring,
Which is, to keep that hid.
It were but madness now t'impart
The skill of specular stone,
When he which can have learn'd the art
To cut it, can find none.
I was just writing something related (I think?) to what you said here—from what I could grasp of it. We developed eyes to see the world and with those eyes we killed it. It’s natural to turn away from and in so doing atrophy what is unnatural and especially when that unnatural thing is you. Art will inevitably become invisible precisely as an accurate depiction of what it sees when it looks back at us: our blindness. Art is a carcass because we are dead. But it will continue to be as long as some part of us is still alive, even if we don’t know it (just as it sees our death when we can’t), and it will see us even when we can’t see ourselves. All organisms have a life source but in order for that life source to continue it must be sneaky as fuck.
Idk. There are maybe heavy traces of anthropomorphism in all that. 'The dynamics of the sublime mark the moment when the infinite is frozen into the materiality of stone, when no pathos, anxiety, or sympathy is conceivable; it is, indeed, the moment of a-pathos, or apathy, as the complete loss of the symbolic. ' But thank you.
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