Kitsch is the absolute denial of shit, in both the literal and figurative senses of the word; kitsch excludes everything from its purview which is essentially unacceptable in human existence.
For none among us is superhuman enough to escape kitsch completely. No matter how we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.
The moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful.
... the transformation of music into noise was a planetary process by which mankind was entering the historical phase of total ugliness.
The first betrayal is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further betrayals, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal.
While people are fairly young and the musical composition of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and exchange motifs, but if they meet when they are older... their musical composition are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every word means something different to them.
... the Russian invasion was not only a tragedy; it was a carnival of hate filled with a curious euphoria.
Life in the real Communist world was still livable. In the world of Communist ideal made real, in that world of grinning idiots, she would have nothing to say, she would die of horror within a week.
His choice was not between playacting and action. His choice was between playacting or no action at all. There are situations in which people are condemned to playact.
The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse.
So the twenty Americans on the podium looked on once more with smiles full of good will, many nodding agreement. One of them even raised his fist in the air because he knew Europeans liked to raise their fists in times of collective euphoria.
We all need someone to look at us.
... it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.
We can never know what we want, because living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in the lives to come.
We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?
... the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.
The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment.
Embrace problems, embrace challenges, embrace life. :)
Roanni
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