Great conversation today with Lita.
I found a new victim to tell my life. Germany, France. The French elegance and why it could be an answer to complexes and frustrations from everyone. All are trying to hide something, their social class, their education, and their deformities. The beauty is rarely true and natural. Where exceptionally it appears, it is seen sublimated, becomes supernatural, unattainable. The non-apparent beauty has the advantage of using intelligence to be discovered, it is reserved for those who know how to look. Apparent beauty has the advantage of influencing everyone, the stupid and the non-stupid, but by this time it requires an understanding of who holds it, not giving pearls to swine.
The conversation on the eve of the films of Quentin Tarantino also took me to the conclusion that "Pulp Fiction" was definitely "nineties" crowning American supremacy in field of art. If the Andy Warrol’s cans were a shock as works of art, the "tasty burgers" of the Travolta’s companion are masterpieces for the entire globe and do not bother anyone. Europe is bogged down in its transition period, doesn’t find its identity between past and future while the U.S. are doing of their decadent crisis a cultural ferment that no other movement from the "old continent" does impede. The economic and artistic are they opposed? Is it just nostalgia for the era of prosperity and easy life that raise questions about the necessity of art in everyday life, or because the ease and comfort did not bring the expected satisfaction, we try with more indirect means, in order to satisfy our minds.
We want to see sunsets in the palm trees, and once we saw them we find them vulgar. We then seek the beauty of a morning fog mixed with smoke from factory chimneys, and the sad daily mass - who dreams of coconut trees that have left us indifferent - is transcended by us to the rank of wonder because it gave us the pleasure of using our intelligence to be able to appreciate what the masses do not see.
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