The only scene from a Spielberg movie that has ever stayed with me.
This is what Christmas means to me: the moment God took the form of a toiler, the moment the highest showed up as the least.
Christmas is the birthday of the proletarian God.
22 December, 2025
When it comes to art, only one thing matters
Does it make you feel alive?
That ought to be the sole criterion for judging art.
Does it make you feel alive?
Art is disarming not empowering.
Art kicks your legs from under you. It doesn't affirm your identity. It obliterates it.
Like religion, which art faithfully served from the moment of their entwined origin, art is a means of transport.
The Abstract Expressionists were the last visual artists to understand this. Today, only rock 'n' rollers do.
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