Art – where it comes from?

For someone who deals with art and literature in particular, there is nothing as rewarding and exiting as a good literary essay. Especially biographical one. Perversely, often such an essay is more important than a work of fiction or poetry. It gives one a pleasure comparable to a pleasure of elegant dinner for culinary buffoon. And all critics are a bit buffoonish.
Yet the understanding of particulars of time and person does help immensely in understanding the reason of a work of art. For a good artist to produce, there must be an overwhelming force compelling him/her to communicate to the world an idea. Surely, it might be just an observation. But that observation does have a moral. There is an inner message within the written text. Once you will be able to pierce that armor of any novella, poem and get through to that hidden message – than the knowledge of the artist and his world act as a polishing agent that uncovers the true beauty of a diamond.
Alas, a gifted critic, essayist can easily plant a false idea. The diamond will not shine with its full potential and indeed such a falsehood can obscure the true colour and depth of that stone.
Such was a story and fate of many a gifted writers, who were gay. That particular part of them was (and still is) not treated as seriously (or – in many cases – denied altogether) as it should. Their particular experiences gave them a particular vintage point of human condition and condition of the society they lived in. Everything they did (or didn’t) had a beginning in that simply fact of their sexuality. As it always does in all of us. Yes, love, passion and desire are universal. But you can talk of universal, general ideas, only for so long. Than it becomes a cliche, sermon. You have to have a specific attachment to it, an angle if you will, to be able to smell, taste it, touch it. An abstract needs to be anchored, too.

About Bogumil P-G

publisher, essayist, poet lived (and born) in Poland, later England, Italy, presently in Canada
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