Hell is a hard sell

Now that I’ve slept on it and received some feedback on yesterday’s blog (My Fascination with Hell) it appears that the defragmenting required to put this neurosis to bed is too complicated for me to keep it nice and tidy for readers, therefore my apologies for fixing the horse to traverse my own imagination and psyche.

Now with that said and out of the way there is one comment in particular that beckons our mental energy: Stefano seems to be drawing upon the allegorical significance as to the role these images convey. We could say that the artist empathizes with the collective conscious and puts into art an exact representation of a predominant idea that archetypally informs that generation. Moreover, not all art is conducive to bringing out the good in humankind and in fact it is possible for a culture to lose touch and misconstrue pornography for actual art.

Yet there is something about the way the mind interprets reality that allows one to recognize authentic beauty. Those of you who have acquired an ear for the poetry of Leonard Cohen may have noticed his many allusions to the ugliness of our humanity. He pressed further and further into the dark of wickedness to discover the cracks where the light flows in. Through addiction, i.e. through his own hell, he emerged a phoenix of hope for other aspiring artists.

Somewhere along the way something is going to swallow you up too. It doesn’t matter if you have Jesus in your heart or constipation that makes you fart, your fortified ivory tower is going to crumble. While in that state of mind do you really think that images of ‘happy go lucky’ will provide you with solace? Or is it to those who can sympathize with your condition that can best describe the layout? Those who have been swallowed by their monster and have emerged on the other side are the door openers for those who get stuck in hyle’s stormy mire.

Now to wrap things up and to end on the same chord in which this prose was brought into existence, it may suffice to say that art imbues the receiver with much more than words can convey.

Love & light,

JY

 

 

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About Jason Youngman

I am an explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night's sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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