W. Kandinsky: "There are no 'musts' in art." T.S. Eliot: "There is no freedom in art." Dostoievski character, after the ancient Middle East epigram: "Everything is permitted." (R-rated weblog. Since one has been advised there is no Literature anymore, or even literature, only writing, one proceeds on the premise that this weblog qualifies as not-meaningless, since it is, or appears to be, a form of "writing." Image: Banksy.)
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Sidetracked
A number of things have gotten in the way of one's work . . . ah well . . . reread Pinter's The Proust Screenplay, which is a ridiculous piece of trash that fails in almost every conceivable way (primarily by not even attempting to portray Marcel as a writer), and that got one to pick up the Tadié biography, of Marcel, which is at times a chore to read . . . but it has its moments . . . for instance Marcel's inscription of a copy of Les Plaisirs et les Jours given to a friend: "The things which make us weep change, but the tears remain the same." A fine portrait of Proust is presented by two feature films, Celeste, and Time Regained, the former in German, the latter French.
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