Textual Preference
Which do you like better:
"It will never be known what acts of cowardice have been committed for fear of not looking sufficiently progressive."
or
"Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics."
Charles Peguy, 1873-1914, a french writer. Died in the Great War. His book, Portico of the Mystery of the Second Virtue went through 60 editions.
"It will never be known what acts of cowardice have been committed for fear of not looking sufficiently progressive."
or
"Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics."
Charles Peguy, 1873-1914, a french writer. Died in the Great War. His book, Portico of the Mystery of the Second Virtue went through 60 editions.
Comments (5)
"Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics."
Everything is aesthetically artifactual; in practice the surface (the mystery, the spell of the work) of the work belies the power play (the politic) beneath its appearance. Engaged art versus engaging art, not art for art's sake, but art for society's sake.
I very much like art for art's sake. I tend to be a bit of a formalist, although with fiction (including films) and the visual arts, I tend to still prefer things that are at least somewhat representational, but I'm not a fan of realism in either.
Monet's Water Lilies
Picasso's Guernica
Both are necessary for art, I think.
This highlights the well known psychological pressure of group conformity. "Cowardice" and what is "progressive" is partially defined by the group you're embedded in or trying to appeal to.
If you can't chug way too much beer through your anus, you're probably a "pussy" in some frat circle. What that might have to do with being progressive is up for debate. Status can "progress" in a group hierarchy.
"Everything begins in mysticism and ends in politics."
The Red Elephants see great opportunity in blood sport (red is toward others, flushed alertness: fear).
The Blue Donkeys are burdened with a slave cart (blue is toward the self, blood has left the face: fear).
Every Donkephant is a Elekey, enrobed in a purple mantle of toward others toward the self.
Or... Go Cubs!
The flame of boredome and suffering renders it all into what might well be mystery.
Edit: It's backwards. Everything begins in politics and ends in mysticism.