A rare incisiveness, as always: "To measure the quality of our intelligence against the extent of our works leads one to conclude that the human quest for meaning is better understood as a flight from it. To not know, to not see, to not understand: this, I think, is the genuine pursuit of spirituality, art, drugs, sex, and other total experiences." Yes: a whole lot of human experience and striving can be understood a whole lot better if we see our own motivation as flight or evasion rather than seeking. Alas, I guess. But then again, how much great art would not even exist if we weren't so evasive of meaning and responsibility? Graham Greene's dictum that a writer finds his personal style when he confronts "the personally impossible" - the thing(s) he's personally unable to say or write directly - seems somehow relevant here too.
“To measure the quality of our intelligence against the extent of our works leads one to conclude that the human quest for meaning is better understood as a flight from it. To not know, to not see, to not understand: this, I think, is the genuine pursuit of spirituality, art, drugs, sex, and other total experiences.”
This very much encapsulates the struggle I’ve been having in putting my understanding (or lack therof) of religion into words.
Unfortunately, it's going straight to Netflix in the States. I am going to be able to see it but I have heard from others that it should be seen in a theater
I was lucky that one of the theaters here in Minneapolis gave it lots of showings, but I did watch it again a few weeks later on Netflix. It still holds up on the smaller screen!
I originally heard about it through a Toronto classical station I listen to online. I had seen a teaser ad for it as well. I'm 68, old enough to have known Callas through her affair with Onassis. It was "Philadelphia" that made me go looking for her work (I have the box set of arias) since I was already a from childhood Saturday Met Opera radio fan of the genre
Heh, it's partially that scene in Philadelphia that made me want to write the story I talk about in the opening. And it might have been what made me seek her out, too, initially, but it may have also been my mother's CD collection.
A rare incisiveness, as always: "To measure the quality of our intelligence against the extent of our works leads one to conclude that the human quest for meaning is better understood as a flight from it. To not know, to not see, to not understand: this, I think, is the genuine pursuit of spirituality, art, drugs, sex, and other total experiences." Yes: a whole lot of human experience and striving can be understood a whole lot better if we see our own motivation as flight or evasion rather than seeking. Alas, I guess. But then again, how much great art would not even exist if we weren't so evasive of meaning and responsibility? Graham Greene's dictum that a writer finds his personal style when he confronts "the personally impossible" - the thing(s) he's personally unable to say or write directly - seems somehow relevant here too.
Some friends told me why I was wrong to love the movie. Thank you for helping me to understand new reasons why I loved it so. Beautiful piece!
“To measure the quality of our intelligence against the extent of our works leads one to conclude that the human quest for meaning is better understood as a flight from it. To not know, to not see, to not understand: this, I think, is the genuine pursuit of spirituality, art, drugs, sex, and other total experiences.”
This very much encapsulates the struggle I’ve been having in putting my understanding (or lack therof) of religion into words.
Unfortunately, it's going straight to Netflix in the States. I am going to be able to see it but I have heard from others that it should be seen in a theater
I was lucky that one of the theaters here in Minneapolis gave it lots of showings, but I did watch it again a few weeks later on Netflix. It still holds up on the smaller screen!
I originally heard about it through a Toronto classical station I listen to online. I had seen a teaser ad for it as well. I'm 68, old enough to have known Callas through her affair with Onassis. It was "Philadelphia" that made me go looking for her work (I have the box set of arias) since I was already a from childhood Saturday Met Opera radio fan of the genre
Heh, it's partially that scene in Philadelphia that made me want to write the story I talk about in the opening. And it might have been what made me seek her out, too, initially, but it may have also been my mother's CD collection.