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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Art - the point of

Remember how we learnt about resonance in the ninth grade? How objects on a piano would vibrate when a particular note was played? Because that note was their resonant frequency..

I think the whole point of art is to find that resonant frequency in people. Like when you're moved by a sad song, or a beautiful painting, or a brilliant piece of writing. It's because that song, or painting or poem has found your resonant frequency.

And that's what separates great art from the rest. Good art can find the resonant frequency in a few people. Maybe a lot of people in a single generation. But as times and people change, merely good art remains rooted in its generation and fails to move.

That's what separates good art from great.

Great art can find that resonant frequency in almost every single person. Generation after generation. Which is why 400 years after he died, teenagers are taught Shakespeare in school. Not just because he wrote well; there are a plethora of good writers. But because his writing reflects who we are, and every single person can see a himself in his work. That's why we're struck by the beauty of a Vermeer, while wondering how a van Meegeren could ever have passed for one.

Eternal. That's what great art is.


Monday, December 15, 2008

I will feel regret in future, he wanted to say to anyone who would understand, but I shall face that when it comes. Please, only one world at a time. - Agastya Sen

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Snow

Then yesterday, something changed. As we drove home from work, it started to snow. I'd always thought snow was just frozen rain, but it has a sort of buoyancy that's hard to describe. Instead of falling in straight lines from sky to earth, snowflakes whizzed around us, zigzagging erratically, like Brown's pollen grains or Pullman's dust. The effect was exhilarating, psychedelic almost. And inexplicably my mood lifted.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Frustration

Almost there, but not
Try so hard, but still
You're one syllable short

friday night

amidst wine and smiles
spectacles sharing a table
three pairs
sweet warmth

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

What's worse?

Doing something really stupid? Or not regretting it?