With an artist’s death there shall be light
it remains unknown if it will be an illumination
or a shadow. Life walked so silently
no concrete footprint despite carbon load,
one only preserves so much without government enforcement.
A vole destroys the roses to reach the neighbor’s lettuce.
No roses were left at her site
she had requested coffee instead, plants to be sent
to a far away hill where shade and sun burn fair.
Coffee remains a drink of the people.
Don’t ask, I won’t tell. It is another one of those thinking while I’m reading poems…words that popped into my mind that should wait to be produced into something more fruitful, but I just had to write something. A desperation to share some thoughts despite a weariness of function. The library is killing me. My father’s sickness is killing me. The ongoing thoughts in my head that are not being shared upon this blog are KILLIN ME.
A bit melodramatic, but it works. I’ll link a few articles that continue from last weeks posts regarding the New Sincerity discussion. Actually, I had let the whole concept go until I started to read The Sun tonight.
(You see, I did a trial run of The Sun, but have yet to read it. I need to decide if I would keep it. This is how my brain works: if the first article I read inspires, sign me up. Voila, I read a stunning Q&A feature with artist, Ran Ortner (see below). The man is a prophet. He claims to not be a wordsmith, yet his knowledge of art and the human condition are pure poetry.)
What I found interesting about Ortner’s ocean art was how it resonated, it opened people. This idea that has surfaced in the whole NS movement…to crack open the mind, spill out the contents. Read the beautiful words of Ortner as he wrestles with his place as an artist within the confines of contemporary art. He brilliantly address the idea of sincerity.:
The Kafka quote at the end is a brilliant summation of what is being addressed regarding art/purpose/affect. Ortner’s art resonates with the thousands who gaze upon it because he held true to his inner voice. I believe that the visual/auditory/written art that comes from a place that isn’t plastic is the that art that is embraced by the masses. When the artist inside sings, the audience shall too. It goes beyond the ‘isms’ that many may try to define it, and rests with an honesty that isn’t sweet, but a bitter truth.
What is art? What is the role of the artist in the 21st Century? I think there is a danger when we let academia shape too much until we are more of a chorus’ refrain than a sopranos’s aria. There is a brilliant paragraph at the end of this article (you must find the print copy to read) addressing this… the song of the artist. Read it…see if it resonates, or at least, hits a chord. ~
(I’ll leave you with a few thought-provoking links. My conclusion thus far…the more I read about what is ‘right & wrong’ in academia, the more stifled I become trying to find a niche. The muse, she waits…)
* Poetry/Avant Garde & academics ~ http://samizdatblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/academization-0f-avant-garde-poetry.html
* Poetry Wide Open (this is a new find for me from above article…so psyched because I just discovered it features writing from a blogger/academic/poet I used to read religiously.)
* Poetry for the academic mainstream verses the masses (ha! I know, but just go read it if you are curious)
*Inflation Poetry (as coined by the author…a great read addressing melodrama/sincerity)


kateshrewsday
/ 2012/06/21Really sorry life is tough, Angela: I know when my father was ill I could hardly think straight. I do hope things improve for you.
You have raised some important questions:I feel all art is a reflection of what man does, whether it is good or bad. It’s a chronicle, written or painted or sculpted or stitched or performed, or whatever. And it speaks not to the conscious but to the subconscious. it uses a very different intelligence from the logico-mathematical one so prised by academia. This can work for 21st century art or any other. The artists are the prophets. It’s why they burn books.
angela
/ 2012/06/22Thank you, Kate, it is never easy when a loved one is hurting. (I seriously was being melodramatic about all the rest..hang around too many screaming children and your learn a thing or two about drama)
Art is a reflection. I appreciate the ideas you have addressed. I will pose one more thought..is it art if it is not an original product? i.e. in poetry, the conceptual…to copy/paste words from google searches and call them poems. OR to copy a master’s classic stroke by stroke. Do we still speak to the subconscious if there was no creative process (so to speak) from the person recycling the words or painting?
kateshrewsday
/ 2012/06/22I guess that’s just someone else’s reflection….just because you change its location doesn’t make it yours unless you alter its image…
Carl D'Agostino
/ 2012/06/21Your opening lines brought an immediate vision of
Van Gogh to my thoughts.
angela
/ 2012/06/22interesting…Van Gogh always seems to come round…he was mentioned in ‘The Sun’ article.
C.B. Wentworth
/ 2012/06/21Your question about the roll of academia in art really strikes a chord with me. Is there really a right or wrong way to be creative? It seems creating any sort of border is counterproductive.
angela
/ 2012/06/22It is a sticky wicket if you ask me, C.B. Creativity is perhaps in the eye of the beholder. How many view conceptual poetry as creative? There is a creative element to it, but the ‘poet’ has removed the ego from the work. Perhaps that is more “art” than the art of allowing the mind to free-wheel in order to create a ‘new’ poem. What I see a lot regarding MFA programs is that these programs shape the poet/writer based on that schools idea of ‘art/voice’. If one changes his or her developing voice to ‘fit in’ are they really growing as an artist? Where does the original voice go? Some would argue that it doesn’t mater because it isn’t about the poet anyway.
Andra Watkins
/ 2012/06/21Some of the best posts are the rawest ones, Angela. May your father find his way to health.
As for art, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I think. That’s why so many different things are deemed ‘art’. To me, a piece that I cannot forget and could never reproduce is true art. To a parent, a kindergarten crayon drawing by her child is true art. To someone else, a blank canvas is true art. So many definitions, and the beauty of art makes them all true.
angela
/ 2012/06/22Thank you, Andra, my father has a long ways to go…we wait, we hope.
Art is indeed in the beholder’s eye. Tomorrow I shall visit our city’s very eclectic outdoor art show. There are booths there that I shall barely look at because it isn’t my thing. That certainly doesn’t mean it isn’t art, it just isn’t my type of art. I think as I think about the questions this post has generated, I realize that I speak of art and creativity. Are they the same? Can you have art that isn’t creative per say. Do visual artists and literary artists get judged differently…oy…it is too late…I think I need to do another blog posts soon about this thought… ‘beauty of art makes them all true’… what is beauty anyway (smile) I now need to go back and read another’s post regarding beauty. ~
Rivenrod
/ 2012/06/22Hi Angela, hard times for you. What’s to say but hang in there, you’ve plenty more soul to search to inspire fools like me with eh.
Academia, peopled by experts all defining art. Who defines the expert?
Noah was an amateur and yet was considered sufficiently worthy to preserve life on this planet.
RRxx
Angie
/ 2012/06/25…Narcissism is the curse of our age.
You just stink of it Angela…..