2.6 The soto-momental experience...
1 comment | posted Jun 28
2.6 The soto-momental experience...
Inasmuch as art is to possess any meaning to me it has to be able to provide me with
certain type of experience which I call soteriological-momental, sotomomental experience.
I mean here a special sensation ( in this case the artistic one ) on the one hand based on
my "now"; imbued with its concrete, direct power of impact. On the other hand, however
saturated with the synthetic intensity of bewildering impressive flashes, Byzantine moods
and emotions, and also unusual hieratic thought circles directing my general disposition
to some thought out, artificial, secretly raised worlds... Only such an experience in which
all elements reinforce each other can catch me entirely... can set all the layers of my being
in an existential pulse, can fix an unusual figure : hyperrhytmical phase of experiencing
existence...
The moment in which I pass to the peak of sensations... the chain of these exceptional
whiles, seems to decide on my whole life. Only their intricate current determines
dimensions of my destiny, the changing profile of my personality.
Only such moments of my life in which I manage to slip away from the all-encompassing
barbaria or vulgar descendence, they permit me to stand between the growing absurdity
of my situation and ennui besetting me; they allow me, for the moment, to avert
triviality of the everyday existence, and through mediation in the Unknown, the Inexpressible,
the Fascinating, expose me to fulfillment ( satisfaction )...
It would be naivety, however, to expect from them any lasting satisfaction
( in this case the aesthetic ones ) which could change me persistently or enrich me, etc.
Ultimatly, the whole soteriology has not the sense of the lasting self-realization of
all my personal potencies any longer, but only perhaps as a chain of numerous moments
of an unusually intense experience of myself ( of that what I feel as myself at the given
time ) and of the world ( of that what through the prism of myself I consider to be
the world ) awaiting the inevitable, absurd end.
Braintoy says:
well, very interesting.I cannot really make a specific comment since it is a personal narrative/perspective on your encounters.Obviously one filled with very intense meaning.My friend told me to read this.Some of your points that are accesible to me after one reading are the "ennui" of modern existence and the subsequent neurosis of living in a financial oligarchy and lack of spiritual presence in modern interaction.My girlfriend is a specialist in Theological studies and has introduced me to a variety of thinkers in this area,particularly Viktor Frankl. As I have read recently from a quote from Crnel West.." I am not an optimist or a cynic...I am a prisoner of hope..."
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