Hearing one’s own echo?

« The great function of art is communication, since mutual understanding is a force to unite people, and the spirit of communion is one of the most important aspects of artistic creativity. Works of art, unlike those of sciences, have no practical goals in any material sense. Art is a meta-language, with the help of which people try to communicate with one another; to impart information about themselves and assimilate the experience of others. […]

I simply cannot believe that an artist can ever work only for the sake of « self-expression ». Self-expression is meaningless unless it meets with a response. For the sake of creating a spiritual bond with others it can only be an agonizing process, one that involves no practical gain: ultimately, it is an act of sacrifice. But surely it cannot be worthy the effort merely for the sake of hearing one’s own echo? »

From Sculpting in time, by Russian filmmaker Tarkovsky (1986).

I had not picked up this book since film school and found myself fascinated by this man’s words all over again. For some odd reason (obsession?), the passage I transcribed above made me think of blogging. Do the exercise if you’re curious: reread the above paragraphs by replacing the word « art » by « blogging ».

The new Atkins

It’s the new Atkins: no more pasta, and no more second dates with men who do not hit « Reply » promptly enough.

Rebecca Traister in Salon does a good job at debunking the myth around the highly popular book called He’s just not that into you, a dating advice book that explains to single women that when a man doesn’t call them or doesn’t answer their IM promptly, then well, he’s just not that into them, so they should forget about him.

I know a lot of couples who would not be together now if the woman had not been oh so slightly persistent…

Dear male readers, if you feel so inclined, read the « Maybe He Doesn’t Want to Ruin the Friendship » part of the book (4th paragraph here), and let us girls know what you really think:

I hate to tell you, but that whole « I don’t want to ruin the friendship » excuse is a racket. It works so well because it seems so wise. Sex could mess up a friendship. Unfortunately, in the entire history of mankind, that excuse has never ever been used by someone who actually means it.

To kill a mockingbird

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