Sure beats American Idol. There are a lot of good musicians here in New York, and I wouldn’t mind seeing this sort of thing extended to include poets, visual artists, and hell, even bloggers (well, it
would be a nice break from that underground legion of amateur Christian evangelists who currently disrupt the relative silence of the morning commute).
In ancient times, this sort of thing was universal — people got their news and entertainment from wandering street criers, poets, and minstrels. It is reasonable to assume that the two most influential poems of Western culture were a product, at least in part, of this tradition.
Perhaps the Intertubes and the blogosphere are a modern continuation of this practice. However that may be, it’s fairly important that artists be given the widest reach we can offer them — a living and popular artistic presence is one defining mark of every civilization worthy of the name.
The trouble comes, of course, when artists get trapped in the trail of slime left by the Great Corporate Slug. A sci-fi/fantasy writer named Orson Scott Card has recently reprised a complaint that we’ve voiced here with Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling.
Artists are not supposed to deal in the great billion-dollar grab; that’s the province of hedge fund managers and corporate behemoths. Once an artist does jump into this slime-pit, creativity is terminated. This is probably something that Rowling, in a twisted way, recognizes herself: she claims that she can’t write anymore, and, with an arrogance worthy of a neocon pundit, displaces the blame for that onto an imagined enemy.
As I mentioned in a different context earlier this week, the reach for excess — what psychologist Karen Horney called “neurotic claim” — is as piano wire to the throat of the creative spirit. For as long as Ms. Rowling holds her grip on her own neurotic claim, her creative gift will also be strangled.
Yet she still has her fans — witness this report on Bush’s “wand envy”:
– “I wish I could simply wave a magic wand and lower gas prices tomorrow; I’d do that.” — Bush, 4/20/05
– “I wish I could just wave a magic wand and lower the price at the pump; I’d do that.” — Bush, 5/16/05
– “[L]et me assure you that if the President had a magic wand that could lower prices, he would do it!” — Energy Secretary Samuel Bodman, 8/08/05
– “I wish there was a magic wand that I could wave that would lower gas prices. But I can’t.” — Bodman, 4/25/06
As Mr. Ollivander might say: “the wand chooses the president, Mr. Bush, not the other way around.”
But when you’re controlled by the Death Eaters, your wand, not to mention your policy, inevitably fails.
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