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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Wednesday, July 13, 2016
The Mind Boggles
Shakespeare became so many different characters, from all levels of society and at all points on the intelligence continuum, that it is next to impossible to imagine what he was to himself, who he was. Dear God are we all lucky that, in Walter Becker's words, this near-random universe saw fit to create him, or allow him to arrive here on terra infirma, or however one says what happens when a true genius reveals himself or herself among us. All praise and respect to the Unknown! And to William Shakespeare!, whose like we have not seen since, and probably never will.
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