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Peter Schjeldahl: The Art of Dying (New Yorker)
Peter Schjeldahl: The Art of Dying (New Yorker)
I always said that when my time came I’d want to go fast. But where’s the fun in that? --- Closeness is impossible between an artist and a critic. Each wants from the other something—the artist’s mojo, the critic’s sagacity—that belongs strictly to the audiences for their respective work. It’s like two vacuum cleaners sucking at each other. […] To limber your sensibility, stalk the aesthetic everywhere: cracks in a sidewalk, people’s ways of walking. The aesthetic isn’t bounded by art, which merely concentrates it for efficient consumption. If you can’t put a mental frame around, and relish, the accidental aspect of a street or a person, or really of anything, you will respond to art only sluggishly.
·newyorker.com·
Peter Schjeldahl: The Art of Dying (New Yorker)