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Aug. 3rd, 2003 10:53 pma) i just saw the Soderbergh version of Solaris and was curious as to what people thought of it and it's relation to the original.
b) what is the capacity for transcendence in the arts? can a painting change your life? (assuming you're not a painter) a poem can make you cry but can it turn you into a different person? why don't they teach the alchemistry of emotion? is architecture more than habitation? can symbols be more important than life or should we look to practical things, practical changes?
c) it still happens to me, that suddenly the mind retracts like a frightened amoeba from all the layers it was thinking in, layers of stories or symbols or duties or considerations or idle thoughts, retracts back from all of that and is suddenly naked and unemcumbered by reality and suddenly.. i realize.. how strange it is to be human, to have consciousness, to live in a body, to sleep, to have sex, to eat, to think, to make up things to occupy the mind, false things, things that only exist in the mind or that collective mind, society. and then to treat these false things as stone and steel, to be trapped by them.. how strange it is to be human. i can almost remember what it was like before i was human. when there was only one meaning and it was the truth. now, knowing all this, what could i possibly bring to the world that would answer or alleviate that question? what could you bring into the world? an answer? an arrow? a well defined question? a maze? a puzzle? a distraction?
b) what is the capacity for transcendence in the arts? can a painting change your life? (assuming you're not a painter) a poem can make you cry but can it turn you into a different person? why don't they teach the alchemistry of emotion? is architecture more than habitation? can symbols be more important than life or should we look to practical things, practical changes?
c) it still happens to me, that suddenly the mind retracts like a frightened amoeba from all the layers it was thinking in, layers of stories or symbols or duties or considerations or idle thoughts, retracts back from all of that and is suddenly naked and unemcumbered by reality and suddenly.. i realize.. how strange it is to be human, to have consciousness, to live in a body, to sleep, to have sex, to eat, to think, to make up things to occupy the mind, false things, things that only exist in the mind or that collective mind, society. and then to treat these false things as stone and steel, to be trapped by them.. how strange it is to be human. i can almost remember what it was like before i was human. when there was only one meaning and it was the truth. now, knowing all this, what could i possibly bring to the world that would answer or alleviate that question? what could you bring into the world? an answer? an arrow? a well defined question? a maze? a puzzle? a distraction?
