If you could write the world’s greatest literature (or create the world’s greatest art) on the condition that no one would ever know about it, OR you could write/create the world’s 50th greatest art-lit and everyone would know about it, which would you choose?
My hunch is that most art-litters would take the 50th best spot.
Meaning we’re all just a bunch of publicity whores and no one’s a true artist.
God the truth is so painful!
But here’s where Anthropology [trumpets] can save you yet again:
Anthro-Geek: “All this proves is the communicative nature of culture, not any deficiency of character on the part of artists and writers, or of humanity in general.”
God the truth is so boring!
Damn you Anthro-Geek, I had a good blanket condemnation going on! Do you realize what people will give for a good blanket condemnation of other people? Now all I have is this mushy-but-obviously-correct sense of tolerance and understanding.
And that’s got no fucking edge at all! None!
Anthro-Geek: “As progress is made in the social sciences and filtered out into general society it is natural that new aesthetic standards will arise which require less reliance on the stereotypes, pejoratives, and biases that have been previously debunked by the social sciences.”
All I know is that we’re bleeding readers every time you speak.
I wonder what choice Nicholas Sparks made. Really, I want to see the contract.
A writer or artist may not necessarily choose the 50th best slot, but I am sure any one of them would love to be faced with that dilemma.