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Tag: Art

Adorno on the Impossibility of Representing Nature or Industry in Art

“That today any walk in the woods, unless elaborate plans have been made to seek out the most remote forests, is accompanied by the sound of jet engines overheard not only destroys the actuality of nature as, for instance, an object of poetic celebration. It affects the mimetic impulse. Nature poetry is anachronistic not only as a subject: Its truth content has vanished. This may help clarify the anorganic aspect of Beckett’s as well as of Celan’s poetry. It yearns neither for nature nor for industry; it is precisely the integration of the latter that leads to poetization, which was already a dimension of impressionism, and contributes its part to making peace with an unpeaceful world. Art, as an anticipatory form of reaction, is no longer able – if it ever was – to embody pristine nature or the industry that has scorched it; the impossibility of both is probably the hidden law of aesthetic nonrepresentationalism.”

 

Theodor W. Adorno – Aesthetic Theory (Transl. Robert Hullot-Kentor)

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Joyce Johnson on Writing

“Adversity didn’t bring people together. Wrapped in my sensibility, I wept in the neighborhood luncheonettes. My sadness seemed overwhelming but valuable – the stage you had to pass through to get to some greater wisdom.
Some days I cut classes for the sake of art. It was as if a muffled orchestra played inside my head at such a distance I couldn’t quite get all of what was being played. There were all these tones and rhythms not yet imbued with sense, but suggesting it, calling it into being. I’d write sentences in my notebook and sometimes get very close to this orchestra. Other times it would trick me and vanish around corners, leaving trampled words that made thin, whistling noises when I read them over. I’d be convinced the orchestra would never play again, but then it would resume as if it had never stopped – I’d simply failed to reach it.”

 

Joyce Johnson – Minor Characters. A Beat Memoir.