Saturday, April 10, 2021

MY ART JOURNAL/MAJ

 MY ART JOURNAL/MAJ

BAUDELAIRE: (1821-1867)

(POET,  ESSYIST,  ART CRITIC, FRIENDS OF ALL GREAT ARTISTS

FROM DELACROIX TO MANET)

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"BADELAIRE,  forsaw and defined the modern sensibility starting from

romantic aesthetics."

"What," He asked. "Is pure art according to our modern conception?"

"It is the creaton of a suggestive magic contaning at once the object and the subject,

the world outside the artist and the artist himself."

Miserably depended on the media of publicity.  He must recruit the public through 

the critic. That is his deepest humiliation."


"Economic and social trends determine and give their fluctuating shades 

to broad movements of thought and opinion in every epoch."

"I have no choice but to construct my own reality however arbitrary and even absurd that may seem."

"They don't control the law, they write the law.

They are the law. To be successful-you have 

to obey the law they wrote.  And the law is that you can't criticize that law,  the law they wrote.

 Infact you have to really like that law. Praise it to death.?" Baudelaire

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KARIMA'S DILEMA

Karima,  don't allow any slight un -answered.


"Pugnacious style with pugnacious false gods.?


You have been praising the false gods. ?

What a pity!

Inadequcy and fallibility.

Sometime the most effective and powerful action is non-reaction,  non-action."

"Oh! it seemed so depressing--I instantly walked out. One has to make decisions that fast."

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People are so boring

I can't be with them

They are rude,  inattentive,  self consumed,  self important.

They can be alone and be self consumed as much as they want.

Good luck to them."

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Muslim women in hijab,  feeling so important at the fancy French cafe called, LADUREE...

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Karima,  become important.  The most important.

Forgive them

Forgive yourself

Fill your time with more cultural stuff.

Fill your time with what gives you joy.

Lead through force of personality

Force,  my dear force...




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