From: Alex Ramonsky (alex@ramonsky.com)
Date: Tue Jun 25 2002 - 23:34:58 MDT
Vanessa Novaeris wrote:
[snip]
> I like to distinguish pop-culture art as an industry separate
>from the capital “A” Art because the former is driven solely by the motivation
>to sell & profit. I think true creativity, pure Art created with no external
>motive, is not so popular or profitable & these Artists struggle much like the
>scientists (yes, thankfully there still are a few starving artists left out
>there in the world)
>
>Getting back to your point, I do agree a bigger soapbox is needed. You make an
>excellent observation here that really hits home for me. I don’t think it’s
>the “art” itself that people revere as much as the image attached to it, the
>social status that surrounds it, etc. You all know exactly what I mean, so
>I wont continue. People love the act, incorporating it into their lives. I
>remember reading somewhere, very possibly on this list, that people who watch
>a lot of t.v. think they have more active social lives & more friends than
>they actually do. Scary, huh? I think that has something to do with it – its
>all image & ego.
>
Spot on. Thought I would throw this in as the closest I can come to my
definition of the creative process, because it says it all for me. It's
by Neil Peart, one of my favorite lyricists, a great musician, (and also
possibly one of the best things about Canada) : )
Hold your fire
Keep it burning bright
Hold the flame till the dream ignites,
A spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission
I hear their passionate music
Read the words that touch my heart
I gaze at their feverish pictures
The secrets that set them apart,
When I feel the powerful visions
Their fire has made alive
I wish I had that instinct
I wish I had that drive,
Spirits fly on dangerous missions,
Imaginations on fire,
Focused high on soaring ambitions,
Consumed in a single desire,
In the grip of a nameless possession,
A slave to the drive of obsession,
A spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission.
I watch their images flicker,
Bringing light to a lifeless screen,
I walk through their beautiful buildings,
And I wish I had their dreams,
But dreams don't need to have motion
To keep their spark alive,
Obsession has to have action,
Pride turns on the drive.
It's cold comfort
To the ones without it,
To know how they struggled,
How they suffered about it,
If their lives were exotic and strange,
They would likely have gladly exchanged them
For something a little more plain,
Maybe something a little more sane,
We each pay a fabulous price
For our visions of paradise,
But a spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission.
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