Last night the moon lit up the Rhode Island moonstones that my wife keeps on our bathroom windowsill. They were like tiny little planets. I was reminded of the first page of Bruno Munari’s From Afar It Was An Island:
When art just makes things worse
From author and psychologist Adam Phillips’ interview with The Paris Review:
“[I]f you live in a culture which is fascinated by the myth of the artist, and the idea that the vocational artistic life is one of the best lives available, then there’s always going to be a temptation for people who are suffering to believe that to become an artist would be the solution when, in fact, it may be more of the problem. There are a number of people whom you might think of as casualties of the myth of the artist. They really should have done something else. Of course some people get lucky and find that art works for them, but for so many people it doesn’t. I think that needs to be included in the picture. Often one hears or reads accounts in which people will say, Well, he may have treated his children, wives, friends terribly, but look at the novels, the poems, the paintings. I think it’s a terrible equation. Obviously one can’t choose to be, as it were, a good parent or a good artist, but if the art legitimates cruelty, I think the art is not worth having. People should be doing everything they can to be as kind as possible and to enjoy each other’s company. Any art, any anything, that helps us do that is worth having. But if it doesn’t, it isn’t.”
Emphasis mine. See also: Art Monsters.
The bug
From a Harvard site about the Mark I, the first programmable computer in the United States:
Before 1944, electrical engineers already used the term “bug” to refer to hard-to-find physical defects that hindered the operation of an electric device… In 1947, a physical malfunction in the Mark II computer was traced back to a moth stuck in one of the relays. Grace Hopper taped it to the operations logbook with the annotation “First actual case of bug being found”.
A few other computer programming terms originated with the Mark I, including “loop” and “patch.”
PS. The Mark I was designed by Howard Aiken, whose quote you might remember from Steal Like An Artist: “Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you’ll have to ram them down people’s throats.” (Aiken also said of the computer field: “The problem in this business is not to keep people from stealing your ideas, but to make them steal them.”)
It doesn’t take much
Reception
I had this dream last year and the image is still vivid in my mind: A big TV antenna like the one we had on top of our house when I was little, only bigger, and it was covered in ball moss that I needed to pull off in order to get a signal. That dream was about clearing a path so a signal could get through.
Here’s Thomas Merton:
The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds and makes of all political and social life a mass illness. Without this housecleaning we cannot begin to see. Unless we see we cannot think.
This morning, not in a dream, but in a post-dream state, I was in the kitchen fiddling with the fat dial on our Tivoli radio, and I was thinking, again, about reception.
You can have a good antenna pointed in the right direction, but if the tuner isn’t twisted to the right spot, all you’re getting is static. I’m hesitant to use machine metaphors for creative work, but there’s something here.
You can clear space in your day, clear space on your desk, and clear space in your mind, but at some point you have to move your fingers.
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