Hey Aaron,
Philosophy may begin in perplexity, but poetry? Mill said it is feeling confessing itself to itself, and Wordsworth said it was the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…, and Frost said it begins with a lump in the throat, etc. I’m in their camp. Anyway, I’ve come to accept that there are artists whom I probably will never get, never really appreciate – Schoenberg, Twombly, Rauschenberg, maybe Ashbery – and that’s just the way it is. I think when I sense intellect whelming feeling, I dislike, as far as art goes. As much as I’d like to say that nothing human is foreign to me, in reality my palate has limits. I guess that’s what makes personal taste!
M
Last edited by Michael F; 09-15-2017 at 07:20 PM.
Reason: found the Frost quote
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