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I have long been opposed to connecting things in your life to the art around you. From what I viewed, seeing older generations connect the music they listened to with their youth, it was denying the purpose of the song. Led Zepplin didn't write Since I've Been Loving You to remind you of that time you made out to it, it was an expression of pain and frustration set against the love felt for someone, topped off with the bitter betrayal. To me, it seemed the biggest crime you could ever commit to a work of art, by comparing it to your own life.
In Italo Calvino's If On A Winter's Night A Traveler, he addresses how feeling the emotions can be true without the actual experience, in that no one has actually felt the sting of an arrow, piercing your bone in modern day time, but we can all imagine exactly what it feels like. Even now, reading that, surely you must have imagined the pain.
http://books.google.com/books?id=bk...snum=4&ved=0CBIQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=&f= false
Then, in Umberto Eco's The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana, a man loses all memory of his life, yet he can remember every book he has ever read, and can still relate those readings to his current emotions. Using the books, he is able to operate fairly well in life, and he is able to understand emotions using them.
Here we see 2 Italian Post Moderns coming to the same conclusion, that the emotions of art are to be seldom, individual, separate from your world. You can relate to them, but the emotions can be felt without relating.
However, when ever one ventures into the arts, you are ultimately seeking a height of emotional expression for yourself. When you seek out a sad movie or song, you seek to cry, when you seek out a funny movie, you seek to laugh to the worlds end. I have now begun to question if this can be achieved without relating. What first caused this stir within me was a Philip Glass song, Closing. I have always been a huge Philip Glass fan, he's pieces work magic on me. Never before, however, have I burst into tiers within the first bar of music.
http://www.10bestthings.com/userFiles/itemImages/119c049f6a9b15081fda99936a2e7402.jpg
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cnaqI1B7BU[/url]
The emotions of something beautiful ending that Philip Glass had captured, they rung harshly true within me, as a month earlier I had the largest scare of my life. I was not able to see my lover on our anniversary, living 7 states apart, and it resulted in us talking through a breakup, though we changed our mind about 2 hours later in the conversation. We are doing wonderful now, learning how to have a long distance relationship.
Then there is the death of my mother, which happened as a little boy, when the last thing she had told me was "I'll see you soon." My mother was a beautiful woman, who lived a beautiful life despite having a dark and troubled past. Her suicide was not something I was either expecting to happen, nor was the end of our wonderful life together.
There was also the night I realized my musical talent had left me, my ability to compose now gone, for reasons I can't be sure.
All of these nights recalled in a matter of seconds. I had never before been so moved by something so quickly. I was puddy in its hands.
I am reminded of one of my favorite movies, Waking Life
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKFW5OkJb4U[/url]
Here she goes through the subject of connotation, and about the intangible expression. By saying a word, your mind relays all the memories within it, and your are hit with whatever connotation your mind has burned onto that word. Music does not follow this existentialism idea so directly because music deals with emotions directly, but nevertheless, my mind followed a pattern very similar to what she describes.
Perhaps I was too quick to judge relating your life to the art you see. It may be necessary to reaching the emotional height in any piece. Still, I can't help but feel the beauty in Philip Glass's Knee Play 3 is uncomparable to any moment of life. No emotion I can think of, no moment of my life can begin to summon the beauty that I feel when I hear the beauty of the choir single BOJANGLES other than life itself. Perhaps I am relating something to Knee Play 3, and simply don't realize it. There is a lot of research I'll need to do until I come to a conclusion about this, but for now, I'll simply continue to enjoy art as it comes to me, relating or not.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_55qMExFs00[/url]
I have long been opposed to connecting things in your life to the art around you. From what I viewed, seeing older generations connect the music they listened to with their youth, it was denying the purpose of the song. Led Zepplin didn't write Since I've Been Loving You to remind you of that time you made out to it, it was an expression of pain and frustration set against the love felt for someone, topped off with the bitter betrayal. To me, it seemed the biggest crime you could ever commit to a work of art, by comparing it to your own life.
In Italo Calvino's If On A Winter's Night A Traveler, he addresses how feeling the emotions can be true without the actual experience, in that no one has actually felt the sting of an arrow, piercing your bone in modern day time, but we can all imagine exactly what it feels like. Even now, reading that, surely you must have imagined the pain.
http://books.google.com/books?id=bk...snum=4&ved=0CBIQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=&f= false
Then, in Umberto Eco's The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana, a man loses all memory of his life, yet he can remember every book he has ever read, and can still relate those readings to his current emotions. Using the books, he is able to operate fairly well in life, and he is able to understand emotions using them.
Here we see 2 Italian Post Moderns coming to the same conclusion, that the emotions of art are to be seldom, individual, separate from your world. You can relate to them, but the emotions can be felt without relating.
However, when ever one ventures into the arts, you are ultimately seeking a height of emotional expression for yourself. When you seek out a sad movie or song, you seek to cry, when you seek out a funny movie, you seek to laugh to the worlds end. I have now begun to question if this can be achieved without relating. What first caused this stir within me was a Philip Glass song, Closing. I have always been a huge Philip Glass fan, he's pieces work magic on me. Never before, however, have I burst into tiers within the first bar of music.
http://www.10bestthings.com/userFiles/itemImages/119c049f6a9b15081fda99936a2e7402.jpg
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cnaqI1B7BU[/url]
The emotions of something beautiful ending that Philip Glass had captured, they rung harshly true within me, as a month earlier I had the largest scare of my life. I was not able to see my lover on our anniversary, living 7 states apart, and it resulted in us talking through a breakup, though we changed our mind about 2 hours later in the conversation. We are doing wonderful now, learning how to have a long distance relationship.
Then there is the death of my mother, which happened as a little boy, when the last thing she had told me was "I'll see you soon." My mother was a beautiful woman, who lived a beautiful life despite having a dark and troubled past. Her suicide was not something I was either expecting to happen, nor was the end of our wonderful life together.
There was also the night I realized my musical talent had left me, my ability to compose now gone, for reasons I can't be sure.
All of these nights recalled in a matter of seconds. I had never before been so moved by something so quickly. I was puddy in its hands.
I am reminded of one of my favorite movies, Waking Life
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKFW5OkJb4U[/url]
Here she goes through the subject of connotation, and about the intangible expression. By saying a word, your mind relays all the memories within it, and your are hit with whatever connotation your mind has burned onto that word. Music does not follow this existentialism idea so directly because music deals with emotions directly, but nevertheless, my mind followed a pattern very similar to what she describes.
Perhaps I was too quick to judge relating your life to the art you see. It may be necessary to reaching the emotional height in any piece. Still, I can't help but feel the beauty in Philip Glass's Knee Play 3 is uncomparable to any moment of life. No emotion I can think of, no moment of my life can begin to summon the beauty that I feel when I hear the beauty of the choir single BOJANGLES other than life itself. Perhaps I am relating something to Knee Play 3, and simply don't realize it. There is a lot of research I'll need to do until I come to a conclusion about this, but for now, I'll simply continue to enjoy art as it comes to me, relating or not.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_55qMExFs00[/url]
