Two Year Anniversary
Today is the day.
I’m over 151,000 hits, so I had close to twice as many hits this year as last while posting only half as often as last year. Thanks to my Readers who clicked and read and commented, and to the Rabbits who consistently linked to this blog.
I don’t really have much else to say about this in particular. The bar graph doesn’t leave much room for creativity.
Rather let me talk about more fundamental matters:
Ananda K. Coomaraswamy said this of art:
“The student of art […] must rather love than be curious about the subject of study.”
This sounds right at first, but is it?? I think it betrays a fear of some sort. As if being curious, or accepting the fact that one is curious, would eventually kill love, or even worse, could deny that there was ever any love in the first place. In fact, if you think about it, this is silly. Curiosity is a fundamental part of love. Deleuze, speaking about Proust, says the following:
“It may be that friendship is nourished on observation and conversation, but love is born from and nourished on silent interpretation. The beloved appears as a sign, a ‘soul’; the beloved expresses a possible world unknown to us, implying, enveloping, imprisoning a world that must be deciphered, that is, interpreted…To love is to try to explicate, to develop these unknown worlds that remain enveloped within the beloved.”
Sadly, Deleuze/Proust ends up saying that “jealousy is deeper than love”. I’d like to think that although jealousy can be a strong passion, jealousy with regard to people or even works of art or anime, it can be transcended and left behind. Think about the worship of gods and goddesses and the love that the faithful give to them.
You might think the gods are so lofty that we can’t be jealous of them because of their fundamental difference from us. But take the case of Dyonisus. As is said in Bacchae:
“His mother dropped him early,
as her womb, in forceful birth pangs,
was struck by Zeus’ lightning bolt,
a blast which took her life.”
Dionysus’ birth was as hard as any mortal’s. Did he despair? Did Dionysus go straight into the monastery and pray for his mother’s soul? Hmm, not exactly. Instead:
“He’s welcome in the mountains,
when he sinks down to the ground,
after the running dance,
wrapped in holy deerskin […]
As he dances, he runs,
here and there,
rousing the stragglers,
stirring them with his cries,
thick hair rippling in the breeze.”
Dionysus recovered from a terrible beginning and literally sprang to life. How could his followers not love him each in their own way? The Maenads themselves say:
“Ah yes, what’s good is always loved.”
In their sacrifices big and small they share something of the god himself. No, they are the god. They endure, they laugh and they carry on.
In the midst of this sea of troubles
no one would ever overcome you
could you but find the courage I see
in the fiery orbs beneath your eyes.
I wish everyone in the blogosphere and beyond the best in everything as I set out in my third year of blogging. See you around.