Marx said: "The writer naturally must make money in order to live and write, but he should not under any circumstances live and write in order to make money"
I have forgotten this recently.
DJ always said that he chose not to be a writer because he wasn't good enough to make money from it. This was true. But what he forgot was the purpose of writing was not to make money, and therefore a writer is not someone who makes money from writing. The greatest art ever created was not created for any other reason than it forced it's way from the artists soul through his ego and burst from his brain because it could not be withheld. That is to say, it was created for the ease of the artist and no one else.
There are no ends to art, art is an end in itself (Rivera).
So the reality was the DJ never chose to not be a writer, he was just really good at forcefully imprisoning those things within him that needed creation. He was not a writer also because he forgot the reason to write. For his entire life he thought writing was about quality, to show a presentable and pleasing form that evoked some sort of emotion from his audience. But *slap* there is no audience in art's perception, only in the fool's belief's is an audience necessary.
In a world full of liars, the biggest crime is lying to yourself. Lying to yourself means you don't think you deserve to see the truth. As soon as you realize this, you are slapped. Or not really, you are just hopeful.
So this brings us to emancipation. The veins pop at the very thought of the world, the effort upon which it fights constantly to stifle emancipation. This is not a societal struggle, it is the struggle of one man.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
On Writing
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