Wednesday, February 15, 2006
there are several things i don't understand about the world. maybe all this yatter about the death-wish is true, and not just analytical literatureness- creativity demands self-annihilation, that the artist can only find her/him (zir?ha-ha) self in isolation. that one's art and self comes alive, connects completely only in a death of sorts. and there is no survival without connection, and since it cannot be perpetual the artist is perennially searching for what is in fact destruction. maybe all art demands it- a fanah, you could say. the terrifying, the hopeful, the resigned thing-i-already-know in a completely unpretentious way is that this is true.Mina at 12:15 AM
