“Let’s say, hypothetically, that a man is seen as successful in artistic enterprises and endeavors to the point that they are hailed as a sort of guru. Let’s say that this man leans hard into that characterization, publishing platitudinous books with solemn titles and austere aesthetics, the stark simplicity said to betray untold, and ultimately unfelt, depths. Let’s say they are also, as a result, seen as “sensitive” and “perceptive” or even “deep” in exceedingly narrow niches of their choice. Let’s say that this man also indicates broad curiosity and expansive comfort in highly specific and limited wheelhouses of redundant conversation and contemplative, breathy pauses. None of this would necessarily mean that their blind spots on different scales will not gape like howling canyons; on the contrary, it might even guarantee this, and not even to the creator’s chagrin, the raw sensation having been long numb with praise. The resulting commodity: an insincere shrug in a womb, a place that prefers the amniotic to the genuinely adventurous, and an astoundingly myopic conceptual apparatus that is surely reassuring to all involved. A tepid and solipsistic pseudo-intellectual bath, a brain in a gilded vat, and a hall of mirrors within a navel.”
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01/24/24