《说不得》(27） - 奥运会的戏仿和美学
一位朋友分享了一条巴黎奥运会开幕式上同性恋戏仿达芬奇《最后的晚餐》与美学的关系，有点意思，从来没从这个角度想过，翻译成中文共享：
这个戏仿，以及迪士尼的《星球大战》、整个现代好莱坞以及曼哈顿的所有传统出版，都可以用一个简单的想法来解释。不，这不是“撒旦”。不需要宗教假设。这里发生的事情是可耻的，甚至更加堕落。
自恋。
你看，有两种艺术创造力。两者都基于自我中心主义，但一种是健康的，另一种是破坏性的。
前者说“艺术是关于美和真理的。我将创造美和真实的东西，让那些观看它的人感到振奋。当我的作品被我自己和他人认可为优秀时，我的自尊心就会得到满足”。
后者说“艺术是自我表达。我将根据自己的内心来创作艺术，无论它有多丑陋、多虚伪、多低俗。我将在艺术的每一个方面让自己引人注目，我的自我意识将得到满足，因为我将成为众人瞩目的焦点，所有人都会看着我。”
这里展示的艺术作品丑陋并非偶然。它之所以丑陋，是因为艺术家希望你看到他们内在和外在的丑陋。
它之所以丑陋，是因为它传达的信息不是“看这个”，而是“看我”。
这就是为什么左派痴迷于艺术中的“表现”。这就是为什么他们用丑陋、不相配的纹身覆盖自己，把头发染成粉色、紫色和蓝色。这就是为什么他们写关于“身份”和“寻找你的队伍”的自我放纵的故事。
他们在虚空里大喊自己的身份，从未意识到，不有趣或无用地独一无二不仅是可能的，而且很容易。
那些自以为是美丽而独特的雪花的人最好记住，只要稍微接触一下热量，它们就会变成同质的、无处不在的、未分化的水。
他们可以随心所欲地为迪士尼工作，制作黑人女同性恋绝地武士，这样“角色看起来就像我一样”，但角色会很无聊，因为他们很无聊。
换句话说，我们在这里看到的不是对上帝的反抗（如果你有宗教信仰）或对文明和功绩的反抗（如果你没有宗教信仰），而是更糟糕的东西。
这是整个令人厌烦的神经质亚文化的琐碎、丑陋、平庸，他们无法从灵魂中挖掘出一件美丽、有趣或真实的东西，让你自愿关注。
我怪他们的母亲。
英文原文附上如下：
This, and Disney Star Wars, and all of modern Hollywood, and all of Manhattan tradpub, can be explained with one simple idea.
And no, it isn't "Satan". No religious suppositions are required. What's going on here is venial, and even more depraved.
Narcissism.
You see, there are two kinds of artistic creativity. Both are based on egotism, but one is healthy, and the other is destructive.
The first says "Art is about beauty and truth. I will create that which is beautiful and true, that which uplifts those who look upon it. And my ego will be satisfied when my work is acknowledged as good, both by myself and others."
This is based on a healthy version of egotism... pride.
Pride is self-respect, a sense of one's own proper dignity or value, as earned through merit, virtue, and accomplishment.
The second says "Art is about self-expression. I will create art based on whatever is in myself, no matter how ugly, deceptive, and low. I will make myself visible in every aspect of my art, and my ego will satisfied, because I will be the center of attention, with everyone looking at me."
This is based on the sick version of egotism... narcissism. It is the ego that demands to be the center of attention, regardless of what others actually wish to see or would like to pay attention to.
It is the revenge of the neglected child, not on the mother who ignored him, but on the entire universe.
Great art is not about self-expression. It comes from the self, it is shaped by the self, but it the truth it expresses is shared and universal. This is why it speaks to others, not just the artist.
When we look upon a fine sculpture, we see only David, not Michelangelo.
When we read a great story, we do not see Tolkien, and we forget, for a moment, that Frodo and Sam aren't real.
We can say Van Gogh painted one white iris because he was lonely, isolated within a crowd, but if we do say that, we care because we have been lonely, too.
Great art makes the artist invisible. He waits backstage until the art is done, and it is time for him to step out and take a bow, receive his applause and be satisfied in a work well done. He does not stand between the audience and their enjoyment of the work.
But, for this precise reason, great art cannot emerge from narcissism. The narcissist cannot bear to upstaged by anything, even the work of his own hands, the child of his own brain.
The narcissistic artist creates art not to please others, but to force others to look at him. He must stamp his personality on every corner of the work, make it his and his alone, and remind the audience, in every moment, in every place they direct their gaze, that this work is his, and that he is what truly matters, here.
This art, shown here, is not ugly by accident. It is ugly because the artists wish you to look upon their ugliness, both outer and inner.
It is ugly because its message is not "look at this" but "look at me".
This is why the left is obsessed with "representation" in art. This is why they cover themselves in ugly, mismatched tattoos, and dye their hair pink, purple, and blue. This is why they write self-indulgent stories about "identity" and "finding your squad".
They are screaming their identity at the void, never realizing that it's not only possible, but easy, to be unique without being interesting or useful.
Those who fancy themselves to be beautiful unique snowflakes would do well to remember that the slightest touch of heat will turn them into homogeneous, ubiquitous, undifferentiated water.
They can work for Disney all they want, making black lesbian Jedi so that "the character can look just like me", but the character will be boring because they are boring.
In other words, what we are seeing here is not a rebellion against god (if you are religious) or civilization and merit (if you aren't), it's something far worse.
It's the petty, ugly, banalities of an entire subculture of tiresome neurotics who cannot dredge one single beautiful, interesting, or true thing out of their souls that would make you voluntarily pay attention.
I blame their mothers.
狐狸 August 01, 2024
