December 28, 2011
On reading today's above-the-fold story in today's New York Times about the unspeakable cruelties perpetrated by men against women in war-torn Somalia, I find myself returning again to an issue I've been struggling with for a good two or three years: Do fine and performing artists have a moral obligation to address issues of inhumanity in their art, no matter how obliquely?
It is a daunting, troublesome question for this maverick multi-media creative -- writer, musician and visual artist -- a deciple of the Tanscendentalists who celebrated the supremacy of the individual and his implied right, on condition of social responsibility, to be precisely who he is while inhabiting the realm of creative self-expression.
The history of the visual arts shows us with ____ decisiveness that the gulf between sweet depictions of flowers in a meadow (Kinkaid) and frightening elucidations of death and decimation (Heronymous Bosch) is both vast and irrefutable.
| HE'S NUTSO! (Or perhaps he just has a nasty headache...) |
Nutso!
I've lost my very sanity!
Away from me it ranity!
I'm bereft of my mind -- An occipital bind!
A major mental
calamity!
I've mislaid my brainbag o' marbles!
I no longer know where they arbles!
My head doesn't rattle --
Can't tell where it's attle!
Yet it couldn't have gone all that farbles!
I despair for my absentee thinking!
My hope for a cure is sinking!
Phrenologically Absent --
No chance for rehabsent!
Just one thought left: this is stinking!
I've mislaid my brainbag o' marbles!
I no longer know where they arbles!
My head doesn't rattle --
Can't tell where it's attle!
Yet it couldn't have gone all that farbles!
I despair for my absentee thinking!
My hope for a cure is sinking!
Phrenologically Absent --
No chance for rehabsent!
Just one thought left: this is stinking!
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