Monday, August 24, 2009

Avant Garde

How can music, universal as it is, (in the form aforemention) be so contradictingly esoteric?

*Sigh*

Truth be told, everything can be so misleading. The way I see it, even the essence of the truth can be so misleading. Truth is more of an emotion than it is a state of things. That's why it's so subjective. Because truth is an emotion the way sadness is. An individual has his own sense of truth. What is true is true as what is sad is sad. And nothing can be universally sad, in the same magnitude felt exactly the same way by two individuals. So nothing can be universally true.

If everything can be so misleading, what spares something like music? Apparently, nothing. Not even its truthfulness. Its being absolute is a lie. Everything can be absolute in itself. There is no such thing as music being so absolute it belittles all else. A color is a color. A word is a word. And in the hands of a poet, words can be absolute. It can evoke emotions that makes it mere amalgamations of visual representations of the basic units of sound. But the emotion is there. And a word to word it again does not even make sense.

Then where is this universality? It is in the art being absolute without isolating itself. It is in the art being art, being eternally true, eternally beautiful as an emotion. It is in the art accepted beyond understanding. And the acceptance of art is not in a sense of it being esoteric. There is no universality in that. Only a few can understand that emotion. There should be truthfulness in different magnitudes. How can there be truthfulness if there is not the slightest hint of understanding? If it is being absolute, then there should be no need for one to understand. It is mere beauty. It is mere truth. It is mere emotion. It is just that.

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