ArtkeyetypeS
By donquicksought
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? anand bose
"The secret within literatures is riddled in an anagram
oursledlourdesorrobusorrobusbusorbusbusor?. Mathematicians riddle
themselves with a single inversion?the musical Spirit can contemplate
it in resurrection" From the
Decagram X-th verse
I have read only one of kundera's essays.... I was fascinated by his
idea to create the existence of writing in a creatological
consciousness which is introduced into the writerliness of the pen by
the 'contrapunctum' an idea which i understand is related to the
fugue!
As a "creatological consciousness'" i do extend the Nietzsche's theory
of art, the Dionysian intoxication and Apollonian image and also bring
into its juncture the remaining philological "Artkeytypes" of the
Orphean Melody or its reverse the cataclysmorphony, as well Marsyan
intimaticautonomy...
The birth of, (I refrain tragedy) as Nietzsche used it in very
polytheitcdemopoetic manner...
Thus unlike defamatory existentialists who rolled Sisyphus up and down
and then bound him desolate by the self-realization of freedom and its
condemnation...
the unbearable lightness of being is affirmative.... a status to the
gravity of the within ness
I use the contrapunctum here to introduce the mystic spirit craftsmen
Perunthachan of my native place, Kerala,
"River Pampa is agog with excitement. There's a flurry of emotions wild
with joy, drunken with excitement about who will win or loose? Serpent
boats have lined up for the grand prix. Long, narrow, and agile, they
are cut from a single bark, tempered by craftsmen who have learned the
art of tradition from generation to generation
Their inspiration is (Perunthachan) a spirit craftsman who finds music
in wood and stone being gifted with the spirit of touch. (Perunthachan)
taps wood and stone and differentiates them into male and female by
listening to their tones. For (Perunthachan), Music is ('diassonace')
of wood or stone where the clairaudient ear of his discerns the raging
storm and the soothing sleep and crafts both to a melody of pure art."
From the story Onam and Coir
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