April 24, 2008
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
Franz Kafka
Intercourse with human beings seduces one to self- contemplation.
Franz Kafka
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Slaving Away in Obscurity
nothing
nothing
Many of us are familiar with the idea of the misunderstood genius slaving away in obscurity. this concept has been fleshed out in numerous books and movies but almost always in a wholly negative way. The misunderstood genius is portrayed as a tragic figure and his/her life is shown as a sad series of defeats. But this is only one side of the story. There is an upside to being an underappreciated creative type. In fact, it can be quite fun.
Yes, I know, Van Gogh killed himself. But that guy had a whole slough of problems (not the least of which was some sort of brain convulsions if I remember that Kirk Douglas movie correctly) and there's no reason to believe that if Van Gogh had been feted he would have been any happier. It's pretty hard to imagine Vincent enjoying the fruits of celebrity.
This brings me to the first thing that's great about obscurity - nobody bothers you. Just ask Lindsay Lohan or Britney Spears if having your talent recognised and celebrated (from which we get the word "celebrity") is such a good deal.
The second thing that's good about toiling away in obscurity is the absence of pressure. If no one is familiar with anything you have done then where's the pressure to improve, to outdo oneself? You'll never hear "it's not as good as his first one" since no one is even aware that you did a "first one". The pressure's off. If you feel like spending a year in bed watching TV - go for it! Who cares if you do? No one.
The last good thing about being a misunderstood genius is that you are in firm possession of the high ground. You can safely poo-poo all successful work as "pandering" and take comfort (nay -revel) in the assertion that people obviously don't "get" your work. Obviously what you are doing is too subtle and complex to be commercially viable. And you are in some great company. Many posthumously famous artists wereonly famous after they died. Some might say all of them.
So draw yourself up to your full height and look the world directly in the eye (metaphorically). Be proud. Be happy. Do you feel that upsurge inside you? That's a smug sense of superiority. Nice isn't it?
Hugh Briss
Montreal
Would you deny
the courage
of a kid
gliding
on rollerblades
down
a busy street
(in front of a bus!)
while eating
a tinfoil
pie?
gj
Sol
The evil
trickplaying
sun
comes out
from behind
the clouds
once I
return
indoors.
gj
Not a Shower
Thunder, no rain yet, just
noise and the threat of rain.
I hurry inside, coatless,
fear the water wetting me
in a way I don't like.
gj
Nightfall
The sun
goes down
(as we say-
although it really
goes
nowhere).
Suddenly,
it seems,
the cold
and dark
happens.
gj