Received: from mgmt.utoronto.ca (fmgmt.mgmt.utoronto.ca [128.100.43.253]) by tapehost.texas.net (8.8.8/2.4) with SMTP id JAA03373 for ; Wed, 8 Apr 1998 09:55:33 -0500 (CDT) Received: by mgmt.utoronto.ca (5.65v4.0/1.1.10.7/26Jan98-0432AM) id AA27832; Wed, 8 Apr 1998 10:48:58 -0400 From: LouisFors Message-Id: <1136cda4.352b8e54@aol.com> Date: Wed, 8 Apr 1998 10:48:50 EDT To: emweb@fmgmt.mgmt.utoronto.ca Mime-Version: 1.0 Subject: Re: Pondering # 544 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 3.0 for Windows 95 sub 49 Sender: owner-emweb@fmgmt.mgmt.utoronto.ca Precedence: bulk Reply-To: emweb@fmgmt.mgmt.utoronto.ca Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII X-UIDL: ef1d352bd210bf11e927438625f0b88d In a message dated 98-04-08 10:05:19 EDT, Karin wrote: > Subj: Re: Pondering # 544 > > I had another thought about artists as martyrs this morning. I agree with > what others have said, but thought this might be another nuance: it > occurred to me that artists, or artistic people, often *feel* life more > intensely than do other people. ED, in particular, was so highly sensitive > that she didn't, *couldn't,* I would almost say, live the same kind of > life as her family members, friends, peers. In some ways I think artists > do and direct our hardest emotional and spiritual work for us; people who > love art *use* art to find their way through life -- use what the artist > has to say about his or her own pain to help ease and understand their > own. So the artist is almost "crucified" by his or her intense experience > of life, and through the expression of this intense pain and joy, saves > others. I think the "peace" is not for the artist, but for his or her > readers (or viewers, etc.). > > This reading comes closer to satisfying the religious connotations the > word "martyr" has for me. > > Karin Forgive me for sending a prior message that simply repeated what you said, Karin. I pushed the wrong button. I like the *feel* of your shift of "martyr" to its religious connotation. I had struggled with that meaning but came up dry. The poem is loaded with possibilities. Louis Forsdale > > > >