The Artist Who Worries Too Much…

The artist who worries too much about the socio-political conjunctures of his time will soon find himself wasting his intellect with questions he cannot solve, that is, he will waste neurons uselessly and end up frustrated. Of course, this is not very intelligent… If there are issues of this nature that can affect him, the prudent thing to do is just to know about them, be prepared if necessary, and if they do come knocking on his door, adapts as best he can. So act, but only if he have no other option. And for the rest, do not worry about what he does not have control over, focusing on what is most important and what allows him a field of action.

Vigny and I

Much of what Vigny says about himself I could attribute to me without changing a comma. I have, like Vigny, this “besoin éternel
d’organization”, without which I cannot move; I am, like him, “seul”, “exempt de tout fanatisme”; life has also taken care to endow me with this “sévérité froide et un peu sombre” which is not innate; as for the creative method, identically I conceive, plan, mold, and let cool down before the final execution; I could also say with all my soul that “l’indépendance fut toujours mon désir”; I also share Vigny’s repugnance to futility, fruit of someone who, being “toujours en conversation avec moi-même”, finds in the hindrance of interruptions always a reason for frustrations… and the list could go on. Vigny, however, makes the point: “Aimer, inventer, admirer, voilà ma vie.” Ah, Monsieur! Regrettably, these words of yours I can no longer subscribe to…. But it is okay: God gave me the sense of humor.

In This Age Where There Are More Voices Than Ears…

In this age where there are more voices than ears, more books than readers, and more ease than willingness to learn, it is unlikely that a true intellectual authority will rise up and achieve the prestige of a Voltaire, a Goethe, or a Walter Scott. The attention he would garner for himself would at most be fleeting, and he would therefore hardly enjoy the solid and lasting recognition that great intellectuals have enjoyed in other times. This shows but one characteristic of this age of diffuse and uninterrupted bombarded attention. It is to be feared what can come of an age not only lacking true authorities, but guided by false ones; but, in any case, what one must conclude is that, to the intellectual, everything has become considerably better.

The “Popularization” of Science

Burckhardt asks, in his Reflections on History, what would result from the unexpected “popularization” of science that took place in the 19th century. Here we are… The science that Burckhardt was referring to is no longer the same. It was degraded from the moment it let itself be stripped of its noble purpose and allowed to be applied to vile interests. It has been distorted into a kind of authority that goes against the humility characteristic of truly scientific research, profaned as a political instrument, servile to the dictatorship of money, and can no longer be looked upon with the admiration of other days. The scientific arena itself, even if we insulate it from external influences, is corroded by conflicts of interest comparable to those in politics. For that matter, what has not become corrupted after the “popular” ascension? Even Burckhardt, with his noble and radical abhorrence of the money-making culture and the budding plutocracy, would be amazed to see how dangerous it has become today to ignore the social and economic impacts of possible scientific research. The summary: nothing resists “popularization”.