Meditate on This

From The Writings of William Blake, edited by Geoffrey Keynes, Vol. III, p. 108″

A Spirit and a Vision are not, as the modern philosophy supposes, a cloudy vapour, or a nothing: they are organized and minutely articulated beyond all that the mortal and perishing nature can produce. He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing eye can see, does not imagine at all.

I can’t imagine a more eloquent and pointed summary of what a sham Post-Modern art is. But it works just as well as a just summary of Modernism itself, prophesied centuries before the appearance of Kasimir Malevich, Kandinsky and company mind you.

Anyway, I’m a Blake man. If others want to follow Donald Kuspit, Robert Hughes, Jerry Saltz and the thousands of know nothing so-called art critics, art writers, art historians, and art posturers go for it.

I love a parade.

Here’s a good question. Perhaps I can hear from some some of the defenders of our Great Modern Achievement and join in the general Enlightenment that others  participate in, while I fail to see it.

Queries: What’s the difference between photos of black genitalia by Robert Mapplethorpe and photos of black genitalia in internet porn or billions of tumblr sites with “arty” erotica?

Why are Mapplethorpe’s genitalia (male and female) photos world-conquering art while all the rest are unworthy of sitting in the collections of all major contemporary art museums?

It seems to me, and please correct me if I’m wrong, that devotees of the Modern Art diaspora haven’t the foggiest notion why Mapplethorpe’s photos of black nudes, musclebound women and so on are great art. While the same kind of fashion/glam/softcore/hardcore by millions of others consigns then to categories like “low artists”, porn hustler, fashion photographer, hobbyist, and so on. While those MoMA worthies are unique geniuses.

I  leave the floor open to any art devotee willing to correct my bottomless ignorance on the subject. Could anyone please tell me what it is that separates Mapplethorpe, Nan Goldin (and other great erotic photographers made available to us by the superb tastemakers at the MoMA dominated art world) and the millions of tumblr type images barraging aficionados on the internet 24/7?

What is that elusive “art” ingredient that you detect when absorbed in Bob M and Nan G that isn’t present inthe other erotic photos gushing out by the millions daily as enthusiasts post their own Photo Art to hopefully join in the New Renaissance of New Old Masters, (that great savants like Donald Kuspit are laboring so hard to promote on the world stage), bless their little hearts?

Is there some small difference between the MoMA worthy and the great unwashed and unworthy? Certainly not a large difference or difference in largeness, so to speak? Any difference at all?

Or perhaps Blake is right?

He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing eye can see, does not imagine at all.

From my perspective, photography period is work that leaves nothing whatsoever to the imagination at all. And it certainly takes no imagination whatsoever to snap a photograph. Who can’t do that, I wonder?

Nan Goldin photo from Ballad of Sexual Dependency

Anonymous photographer on Women Beauty Corner Tumblr

Here we have it. Nan Goldin vs. the unidentified (on the tumblr site) photographer who got 11,075 notes. Why is the photo on top infinitely superior to the one below it, (according to true connoisseurs of fine art at Contemporary Art Museums)?




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