I think the reaction and judgement some people receive on social media is fascinating because I remember a time when the puritan cultural norm was what was rejected by online interactions. I think perhaps two things are why “polite” or “intellectual” society are so often angered
1. Sincerity and being genuine are falsely elevated as something to strive to; from influencers and politicians to intellectual discourse, art and journalism. Faux sincerity is the actual aim. I assume it’s exhausting. No wonder clowning or real confidence upsets so many.
2. Conformity pretends to be non conformity. What was once seen as the mark of true greatness or the potential for it; authentic rejection of conforming to the crowd inventiveness, outwardly, creatively or intellectually is now seen as, well, problematic. “How dare they?”
See...It’s not difficult to try to scare someone or defame them into compliance or silence. It’s so easy that in fact, regressing back to such a thing by those who once rejected it has been like riding a bike. Self-Reliance is the most dangerous thing when you count on reliance.
More on Meyerhold and the tragic lure of promised utopia that too many fall for. As artists we must remind each other of these facts even if those who teach and guide or inspire us don’t. We owe it to those who came before us. And to those who have tried.
Some quotes from another article and commentary. allarts.org/2020/02/peter-… “Theatre is a very dangerous weapon,” once wrote Russian playwright Vsevolod Meyerhold. This phrase, penned by the director in the 1920s, reverberates through Peter Brook’s recent play, “Why?,”...
“Why did Meyerhold once declare the theatre a “dangerous weapon”? What was so dangerous about it? The twentieth century provides numerous examples of the most gifted artists being seduced by regimes that promised heaven on earth...
Who remembers the original rules of the Internet? Ya know the ones that came before and after rule 34 prior to 4chan?
I’ve searched for them, but perhaps it’s rather appropriate that they seem to be no where to be found. “Don’t take anything too seriously, nothing is real.”
Nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean; so over that art
Which you say adds to Nature, is an art
That nature makes;.....this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rathe, but
The art itself is nature. #WintersTale#NatureIsAnArt
I’ve been thinking about the play Winter’s Tale quite a but today. Seeing more and more people standing up for their livelihoods, their character and their families combined with the first snow fall may be why. Whatever reason it led me to stumbling over this woman’s...
...performance of one of my favorite moments in Shakespeare. Act 3 scene 2 Hermione taken out of a cell brought in front of her own royal court to argue in her own defense. She begins, as like one foot in front of the other, with one syllable at a time...
‘Since what I am to say must be but that
Which contradicts my accusation and
The testimony on my part no other
But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
To say 'not guilty:' mine integrity
Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
Be so received. But thus: ‘
“Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I´m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that´s plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws
1. Perhaps we need a new mythology in the style of the Greeks for this time in NY. There is something that melds the tales of ego, rage, consequence and punishment that seems to be repeated over and over by a segment of my city’s art world. Perhaps it’s Neo-Brutalism.
2. Perhaps it’s recognition that excelsior cannot excel when conformity is regarded as moral. Perhaps it’s insecurity being rewarded at the expense of creativity.
3. Perhaps it’s simply the lure of social media being too much for even Echo to compete with the love of one’s own reflection and rage. It doesn’t really matter.