Yet we do exist, + affirm that. We affirm the life of lust. Yet there is more. One flees not from one’s real nature which is animal, id, to a self-torturing externally imposed conscience, super-ego, as Freud would have it– but the reverse, as Kierkegaard says. Our ethical sensitivity is what is natural to man + we flee from it to the beast; which is merely to say that I reject weak, manipulative, despairing lust, I am not a beast, I will not to be a futilitarian. I believe in more than the personal epic with the hero-thread, in more than my own life: above multiple spuriousness + despair, there is freedom + transcendence. One can know worlds one has not experienced, choose a response to life that has never been offered, create an inwardness utterly strong + fruitful.
“Two pieces out of Joyce’s Epiphanies (‘written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once …’ –Ulysses). Ellmann writes: ‘In the years between 1901-02 and 1904 Joyce recorded crucial fragments of overheard dialogue or personal mediation. He carefully hoarded these fragments, and later—when he had determined their ‘spiritual’ significance—incorporated many of them into his fictions’—as if the bigger intent indubitably inhered in the quiddity of each incident …”
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“Montaigne was the first blogger. His favorite subject, as he often remarked, was himself (“I would rather be an expert on me than on Cicero”), and he meant to leave nothing out (“I am loath even to have thoughts which I cannot publish”). Some of his critics accused him of, in effect, oversharing, in the manner of a narcissistic Facebook status update. One was appalled that he should think it worthwhile to tell his readers which sort of wine he preferred. Montaigne also happened to mention that his penis was small. Two 17th-century theologians who were instrumental in getting his “Essais” placed on the Vatican’s index of prohibited books, where it stayed from 1676 to 1854, accused him of “a ridiculous vanity” and of showing too little shame for his vices.”
“The Web and HTML have been a godsend for film criticism. The best single film criticism site is arguably davidbordwell.net, featuring the Good Doctor Bordwell and his wife Kristin Thompson. Their names are known from their textbooks, studied in every film school in the world. But they are not users of the obscurantist gobbledygook employed by academics who, frankly, cannot really write. They communicate in prose as clear as running water. I suppose such textbook authors in their 60s are the poster children for Old Media, but Mr. Bordwell and Ms. Thompson are Exhibit A of Renewed Media. It is hard to simply write about the visual strategies of the Japanese master Yasujiro Ozu, so on a recent blog Mr. Bordwell used frame grabs to explain why Mr. Ozu is so deep while apparently so limited in his framing.”
Photographers such as Robert Adams and Stephen Shore aren’t just fine photographers – they’re insightful critics. But is it possible to write words that keep out of the way of the pictures?
Joanne McNeil Catalog Essay For The New Museum Exhibition Free - “explores how the internet has fundamentally changed our landscape of information and our notion of public space. Today, our shared space has expanded beyond streets and schools to more distributed forms of collectivity. What constitutes this expanded public is not only greater social connectedness but a highly visual, hybrid commons of information.”