My most-read post in the past week has been Quotes from my crazy Great-Grandmother, driven by many searches for “great grandmother quotes,” and “great grandma quotes.” I imagine the web surfers that stumbled on my small collection of my great grandma’s quotes got something other than what they were really looking for. Oh well, maybe they got a little laugh.
I am woefully behind in posting here and reading other blogs because I’ve been focusing my energy on finishing a few essays, getting some critiques at http://www.mywriterscircle.com, interviewing for another new job, starting a professional blog, and writing a bunch of business articles for it. It seems my brain can only handle a couple of kinds of writing at the same time. I have the rest of this week, and possibly next, to wrap up some of my projects before I dive into my new job as a management consultant.
Yesterday, I began reading Art Objects, a collection of critical essays by Jeannette Winterson about art. The writing is dense, the kind you need to really focus on, re-reading paragraphs as you go, turning over in your mind the ideas on the pages. I’ll leave you with this bit from the first essay, also titled Art Objects.
Every day, in countless ways, you and I convince ourselves about ourselves. True art, when it happens to us, challenges the ‘I’ that we are. A love-parallel would be just; falling in love challenges the reality to which we lay claim, part of the pleasure of love and part of its terror, is the world turned upside down. We want and we don’t want, the cutting edge, the upset, the new views. Mostly we work hard at taming our emotional enviornment just as we work hard at taming our aesthetic environment. We already have tamed our physical environment. And are we happy with all this tameness? Are you?