A country without Art....
...is a country without Heart.
I guess that it is evident now that we can say about certain people in our lives that, wow! I never really knew you. I guess that I should have thought about it more at the time of our getting to know one another and deciding if we were becoming friends or not… and perhaps I did have an inkling to think more about it then, now and then, and then probably just settled on ‘nah, it’s not really that that I sense,…no, I don’t think so…they couldn’t be that way,… anyway, this person seems to like me, and well, it’s nice to be liked… so, why not? I’ll like them back…’
Trump trying to evaporate the National Endowments for the Arts.
embrace the mundane and find yourself… being present. It’s a struggle, isn’t it? to be with the dish while you are washing it?…and not to be obsessing about all the things you haven’t done and all the things you still must do before they become things you haven’t done and get put in that big, getting bigger box in the brain filled to the brim with all the things you haven’t done and all the other things that you still must do…
you can’t outsource essential parts of the process - shouldn’t the dish be cleaned and handled with the same enthusiasm and care as was the meal prepared for and presented on same dish? Aren’t they intimately related and therefore due the same respect and treatment? Consideration. This is a very powerful and seemingly unimpressive word to consider. Consideration. Consider not outsourcing the mundane.
Art is the answer as sure as God was the answer. It seems strange, I know… pfwah, how could art be the answer? how could art solve these atrocities? We must turn to God. But, strange God doesn’t seem to intervene in atrocities. So, where is God? and why did we put him(?) so far away? God is dead now, anyway. In that those that claim to worship God the most are the least godly and so God has lost his(?) credibility when bad people extol the ways of a God. We have killed God as most certainly as we have created him/her/them/it… (hmm, in this sense, god was a work of art in that it/they/she/he was created as too, art is created… but I will try and get myself back to this, …I was concentrated on a different tangent…)
…if you believe in this sort of thing: god and godliness and higher powers,…if you believe in this sort of thing then it follows that you would have to believe beyond a doubt that god was the ultimate artist and that, tha,… tha, th, th, wuh, Why would you try and eliminate the Arts!? …and that our purpose here is to strive to be the artist that god is…
ahem, Art is the answer,… No. that wasn’t it. That was not exactly where I was trying to get to. It was that God was dead. That was the tangent. But, god, there are so many tangents these days… yesterday it was art, today it’s education, tomorrow it’s Chad, Afghanistan, Iran, military parades…and the list goes on. and take your time with all of this,… but what? why? How can you not be sick of him and his?
! how can you, once you begin thinking about it, not conclude that promoting Art As The Answer is in no way more insane than the indoctrination and systematic, insidious promotion of the concept of god, gods creation, gods laws… all that we have been taught/brainwashed about god.
I am sitting on a ‘substack’. This is true. I have been sitting on this substack for weeks. Which makes me ask myself, what is a substack? I don’t know. The computer spell check AI mind machine does not recognize the word ‘substack’. So, I don’t either. What is it? What is meant by it? I don’t know… I am not truly comfortable with the word almost in the same way that I am uncomfortable with the word ‘irony’. Don’t ask me to explain ‘irony’ or even define it…. so, I am sitting on a substack. This substack. And that kind of makes me understand what is meant by the new word…. in the new world.
Kathy Kelly. Voices in the Wilderness. Look her up if you don’t know who I am talking about. She is art. Art… art in it’s many forms. (got to get up off my substack…) truly a good human being dedicating her life to a better world…that is art in it’s supreme form… she is marginalized by the mainstream. Or wholly unheard of. Hold her up alongside this hack, this truly evil subhuman who has dedicated his life to exploiting and cheating and hurting his fellow human as the leader of the world… inarguable and inexcusable, therefore a sad state of affairs for humans and the planet… Wake up you who I never really knew, Wake up to the spirit of being good. Just being good. That is an art form.
…incomprehensible? This Substack post? convoluted perhaps…? Maybe. But, misguided? Absolutely not…. I must sit no longer. Post. Present. Disseminate Art… it is the answer. Find your own art and find your heart. Post. Present. Protest…
Procrastinate no more.