‘If you’re an artist with work that lands just outside the culture—misunderstood, overlooked, and, worst of all, ignored—it is a bit like walking around a city where you can’t speak the language.” What a splendid analogy. I have a copy of Bellow’s “Dangling Man” but never finished it. Its diary format felt discursive, lacking a plot. But I liked his writing. I might have to revisit it.
This is really interesting Charles, in part because I can’t figure out who the “you” you keep addressing is ... Is it “you,” the author, keeping your own feelings at a distance? If is “me,” the reader, and you’re supposing I may feel this way? Or is it Bellow? I know, I’m supposed to figure it out, right? That’s the job of the reader. But in this medium, in this age, may I ask?
Thanks Charles. This applies to those of us who paint as well, and the blank canvas mocks. But one must pick up the brush and press on... Appreciate your fine thoughts!
‘If you’re an artist with work that lands just outside the culture—misunderstood, overlooked, and, worst of all, ignored—it is a bit like walking around a city where you can’t speak the language.” What a splendid analogy. I have a copy of Bellow’s “Dangling Man” but never finished it. Its diary format felt discursive, lacking a plot. But I liked his writing. I might have to revisit it.
This is really interesting Charles, in part because I can’t figure out who the “you” you keep addressing is ... Is it “you,” the author, keeping your own feelings at a distance? If is “me,” the reader, and you’re supposing I may feel this way? Or is it Bellow? I know, I’m supposed to figure it out, right? That’s the job of the reader. But in this medium, in this age, may I ask?
Thanks Charles. This applies to those of us who paint as well, and the blank canvas mocks. But one must pick up the brush and press on... Appreciate your fine thoughts!