But music is, at the very minimum, inflammatory, exclusionary, divisive, encouraging of snobbery and solipsism.
Arthur PhillipsStichwörter: music
How much of life could he spend aching? Aching is not a stable condition; it must resolve into something
Arthur PhillipsAll of this vain heartbreak that we cling to as important or tragic would one day be revealed - by TV scientists - for what it is: just behavior.
Arthur PhillipsThe truth is, anyone who puts so much of herself and her life into art as you do must naturally fear any failure in that art as a potential threat to your life. And so you protect your art more than you protect your health or the common forms of happiness the rest of us have. And you probably have this in common with every artist you admire.
Arthur PhillipsStichwörter: art music artist musician
Love is not sufficient. It never has been. Stories that claim otherwise are lies. There's always SOMETHING after happily ever after.
Arthur PhillipsStichwörter: love aftermath happily-ever-after
But no, music lasted longer than anything it inspired. After LPs, cassettes, and CDs, when matrimony was about to decay into its component elements—alimony and acrimony—the songs startled him and regained all their previous, pre-Rachel meanings, as if they had not only conjured her but then dismissed her, as if she had been entirely their illusion. He listened to the old songs again, years later on that same dark promenade, when every CD he had ever owned sat nestled in that greatest of all human inventions, the iPod, dialed up and yielding to his fingertip’s tap. The songs now offered him, in exchange for all he had lost, the sensation that there was something still to long for, still, something still approaching, and all that had gone before was merely prologue to an unimaginably profound love yet to seize him. If there was any difference now, it was only that his hunger for music had become more urgent, less a daily pleasure than a daily craving.
Arthur PhillipsStichwörter: music
So why did poor artists originally hang around in cafes?"
"I don't know. Inspiration from the atmosphere."
"Ha! No, you've been tricked, too, just like the rest of us. Cafes didn't have inspirational atmosphere at first. That only came later, when you knew artists had been hanging around in them.
All our skill at disproving things is like a wall we build between us and wonder. To jump that wall, you need a long running start.-The Tragedy of Arthur
Arthur PhillipsWho ever loved that loved not at first sight?" wrote Marlowe, the man Shakespeare feared for many years was the better writer, the man who with those words issued a license to misery to millions of underexperienced teenagers and thousands of overeducated middle-aged jackasses.
Arthur PhillipsYou deicde, and you make our night what you want. Brilliant and ours. Stupid and theirs.
Arthur PhillipsStichwörter: night stupid brilliant ours
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