“Tell me a horror story, Daddy”.
“. . . Look around you, son. . . . What do you see?”
There is the abyss, the empty secret that life is ultimately meaningless, that none of us really matter. It is that existential horror of being. We could dwell on it, but that would make it very [...]
Archives for the ‘art’ Category
Hoping for Spalding Gray
Saturday, 27 March 2010
About Bob
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
“I fought with my twin, that enemy within, ’til both of us fell by the way”
Human minds herd mentally, the way animals herd physically. A few start in a certain direction, and then, at an accelerating pace, the rest follow. There is wisdom in the crowd. There is madness in the crowd. We do [...]
Vincent
Sunday, 17 January 2010
New York Review of Books, March 25, 2010, “The passions of Vincent Van Gogh“, Richard Dorment.
Vincent Van Gogh is the archetype of the insane person whose insanity brings forth his art. Craziness can make people deep, so it goes. Yet, in Vincent’s case, his insanity ended his art rather than bringing it forth.
Vincent Van Gogh [...]
