Art for What’s Sake, VI: The Effect of Art
“You’re getting a little carried away. Next you’ll be telling us there are wrong flavors of ice cream or saying “no meatballs with spaghetti.” Yeah, I saw the movie.”
“You’re getting a little carried away. Next you’ll be telling us there are wrong flavors of ice cream or saying “no meatballs with spaghetti.” Yeah, I saw the movie.”
This translation of a early Greek iambic poem has been put up as a text to accompany the podcast on canceling the classics.
“On June 17, 2015, everything changed.” So wrote Anne Wilson Smith on the first page of her new book, Charlottesville Untold: Inside Unite The Right, published by Shotwell Publishing in Columbia, South Carolina.
How could we possibly talk about movies as art, if we don’t agree on what art is. It would be the same as talking about movies without knowing what a movie is. And, if everything depends on how we feel or on what gives us pleasure, then there is no basis for discussion.
With apologies to George Orwell, whose memoir my title evokes, in this post I propose to begin uncovering some hidden strings of human character which, not to put too fine a point on it, make the music of happiness
You’re making an exception for country music, because you happen to like it. Are you seriously suggesting that a good song lyric is on par with great poetry?”
“A false flag operation is an act committed with the intent of disguising the actual source of responsibility and pinning blame on another party,” according to the authoritative propaganda source Wikipedia.
The American ruling class and its frontmen in the media are indulging in one of their periodic orgies of anxiety. How can a known terrorist have been allowed to enter the United States, make his way to Texas, and terrorize a synagogue?