Subject: RE: bands of brothers
ZazieZazie@hetnet.nl
Date: Mon Jul 08 2002 - 13:08:55 EDT
> I know the 'little magazines' feature in the biographies of some
> great artists. But for every Querschnitt there were a million
> 'New Poetrys' or 'New Writings' or 'Wafflings'.
> And on each page of contents, for every Pound or Hemingway,
> were twenty million Jack Whosits & Susan Whatshies -
> their bones long since whitened in the deserts of time.
Ah, but there's the rub. Only one in a kabillion achieves
immortality. And that's only immortality in the current
age. As time goes by, even that disappears.
In the end, there's only one to represent it all.
Homer. Shakespeare. Hemingway? I don't know about even
that. So, all you're ever doing is shoveling against
the tide. Sooner or later, you're going to go the way
of the rest of them whose fifteen minutes were only five.
So what is the point, then? A masterpiece?
Even a masterpiece goes the way of the rest of it
after enough time passes. No, the point of it is the
making of it. And one can do that alone just as well
as one could do with a passel of cheddar-loving friends.
Regards,
Cecilia.
>>Maybe the point is more mundane:
>>praise and respect from peers and one or two generations after?
>>I mean, if you're dead, you're dead; ya can't take it with you, just like da money .... Or?
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