Sunday, September 4, 2016

In love with Tarkovsky (translated by Alistair Ian Blyth)

Why are they essential, the “truths” that we discover in books, contemplate in a painting or sculpture, discover in music, and see onscreen? Because they help us to live; they make our lives easier. Or else because they are “holy truths,” as Otto the postman says in The Sacrifice. I would say that they save our lives: our lives, not the artists’, writers’, composers’ or directors’ lives. The lives of those of us who experience art almost religiously. Herein resides the whole essence and beauty of nature and authentic human experience: living in the realm of Spirituality and the Idea. This is why art will never die—it is an immanent component of human nature. It was and will be necessary to man, all the more so in these postmodern times, when we are witnesses to the “death of God” (and unconsciously tolerate the idea).




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