Writing
has always come easily to me. I won’t say it has always been well executed; I
cringe and laugh at some of the stuff I wrote when I was younger. I’m sure one
day, I’ll look back on the things I’m writing now and feel much the same. In
the end though, I would still chalk most of my writing up as a success.
So
what does it mean to be successful at writing? To me, writing is an art form,
just like painting, photography, sculpting, or any other noble pursuit. Then we
can be left with the problem of trying to define the meaning of art itself. I
say “problem” because art is an incredibly subjective beast. Obscenity is much
like art in this regard, and in the oft-quoted words of United States Supreme
Court Justice Potter Stewart, “I know it when I see it.”
I
personally believe the goal of art, regardless of its medium, it to speak to
another human being’s soul. We can rate art from that point based on its
effectiveness in doing so, but I believe art can be considered “successful” if
it is able to do this in any capacity.
You
may disagree with me, and if so then that’s perfectly acceptable. Art is not
one of life’s great truths, except in the sense that it most definitely exists.
I think that mutating, shifting nature that lies behind art is a big part of
what makes it so special in the first place.
Call
it “finding your muse,” call it “being in touch with your inner self,” or call
it “corny.” Whatever you choose to call it, all artists know exactly what I’m
talking about. We write/draw/sculpt page upon page of material just for those
few moments of existential high that come when we truly connect the dots that
are hidden behind the fabric of life. We seek to pull forth that truest essence
of reality, clouded by war and famine, greed and hardship. Whether it comes
from reading Shakespeare or the simple poem of a child, every now and again we
feel the raw ends of art connect, and we experience a transcendent beauty for
those few moments.
Perhaps
it is said better with a quote from Dr. Keating in Dead Poets Society.
“We
read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human
race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these
are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance,
love, these are what we stay alive for.”
No comments:
Post a Comment