tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post8850382480738011350..comments2023-10-29T07:54:36.000+00:00Comments on georgiasam: In the Dreariest Placesputhwuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606399161863289851noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-36418539539652601752009-12-28T11:27:37.082+00:002009-12-28T11:27:37.082+00:00'And where I part company with Sebald and his ...'And where I part company with Sebald and his lovingly cultivated melancholia is my concern, at all costs, not to dress up the mere emptiness and dreariness of life into a form of mystique, but to snap back out of it into the deeper desolation of banal reality.'<br /><br />And the act of snapping back (in literature) is also, maddeningly, a form of dressing up, which, I think, is what Beckett (and Giacometti) kept whittling away at: words, wary or being words, occupying their artificial worldlets; art's 'rough-tongued bell', no matter how rough and ready, how faithfully dreary and empty, is still bonging home the illusion that art matters. I guess even existentialists need the odd little camp-fire in the wilderness (in art and in life), the pint down t'pub.<br /><br />But beautifully, and yes, honestly, put (the whole essay I mean). As one who has certainly been guilty of 'the romance of the void', I welcome this. Bravo.Mark Granierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899629187771913398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-4422045667957537402009-12-21T14:41:27.221+00:002009-12-21T14:41:27.221+00:00I want to disagree but I can't ... honestly an...I want to disagree but I can't ... honestly and beautifully written.tippitiwitchetnoreply@blogger.com