Word: artists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Fitzgerald and Hemingway. But while all the others lived the life fantastic, he was enduring a worklife right in the belly of the capitalist whale, the Grand Hirer and Firer for the Cosmodemonic Company. Miller came to his expatriation and the realization that his destiny was as an artist when he was just on the verge of turning forty...
...life-size Picasso textbook, the show lacks the human dimension so important to Picasso himself. It is a passage in art history devoid of autobiographical data. No explanations, statements, or personal details relieve the impersonally exhibited mass of masterpieces. Picasso would disapprove:" It's not what an artist does that counts, but what he is. Cezanne would never have interested me a bit if he had lived and thought like Jacques-Emile Blanche, even if the apples he had painted had been ten times as beautiful. What forces our interest in Cezanne's anziety that's Cezanne's lesson...
...compatriot of Don Quixote, Picasso, too, possesses a Romantic belief unique among his contemporaries, in his case the notion that the creative spirit is supreme, that the man inside the artist's guise is most important. Regrettably, the MOMA's pedestrian predictability denies this aspect of Picasso's character. For all its wide scope, the show threatens to reinforce Picasso's statement that "museums are just a lot of lies...
...LITERARY MARKET place these days seems totally absorbed in the trappings of art rather than art itself. The artist has been plugged into The American Hype Machine. He is wired, plugged in, and variously tapped to perform on the monkey circuit of talk shows, academic tea parties, State Department romps abroad, and readings...
...artist tries to withdraw from this day-glow treatment to the archetypical farm or fishing shack he runs the risk of destroying his talent, since he must dirty his hands in the corruptions of the real world if he is to remain vital. J.D. Salinger does his writing in a bomb shelter in New Hampshire, and he hasn't produced anything readable in thirteen years. We just don't have writers anymore who can lead public lives and still recall those ancient sages who, when an enemy took the town, walked out of the gate empty handed, without a care...