it has the same piercing stench at 5,500 feet as it does at sea level. but i can’t respond to generalities, and art isn’t meant to be justified or explained – art is reflective.
art can’t condone or oppose a belief system, it can only be the impetus of a question – one that is deeply individualized. when done well and observed by an honest person, art can remind you that humanity is not a white-washed magic kingdom. when chewed on in humility, art can bolster your deepest convictions by exposing your inner demons. ignorance is not bliss, unless it also comes with sedation.
why is authenticity such a thing to be feared? why does this fear send us straight to jail? “do not pass [a day in his shoes], do not collect [your thoughts with empathy].”
maybe it’s because people externalize and make excuses for underlying fears they no longer acknowledge sentiently and would never reveal to another human. especially so when they’ve spent a long time constructing the escapism of a theme park existence around them.
it’s true, artists & poets paint whispers behind doors down dark corridors. but they’re your whispers. if it’s the only way to cope that you know you can form them up into neat little skeletons and file them away in a multitude of sparkling clean cedar closets. eventually the closets become a maze, the maze takes on the appearance of an existence and that facade of an existence becomes your life. and when all these closets catch fire, you’ll be fighting for breath as the world you’ve spent so long building comes crashing down around you in a mountain of charred bones – the smell of your rottenness fear wafting around you.
to quote shakespeare: “don’t shoot the messenger.”
“i would change my ways…no, never-mind…”
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