Showing posts with label Picasso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Picasso. Show all posts

Monday, July 07, 2008

Seventh of July... San Fermin


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Today is the seventh of July and that means that they are running the bulls early every morning in Pamplona till the fourteenth. You can see the encierros live on Spanish national TV before going to work.

Pamplona is a small, prosperous city famous for the teaching hospital of its university in the green north of Spain, a very Catholic, very conservative and very sober place... fifty one weeks of the year.

I'd love to give my readers a good description of the festivities, but I haven't been back to Pamplona in fiestas since the 1960s and I confess that I (and everybody else) was too drunk at that time to remember very much.

What little I do remember coincides perfectly with the video above.

It is hard for Americans to see the fiestas of San Fermin through any other eyes than Ernest Hemingway's.

Boys of my generation were much under the influence of Hemingway, who tended to confuse the Spanish people with the Native-Americans of Michigan. I found, after living here for some time, that there was truly little resemblance between these two groups.

Spanish people, for example, tend to talk loudly, all at the same time for hours on end over the ruins of a beautiful, several course meal: a meal which heavily features olive oil, garlic and wine and the Indians of Michigan don't.

This discovery in no way dimmed my admiration for Don Ernesto's art, as many of the women that Picasso painted have only a passing resemblance to any women that I have ever known, either casually or in the biblical sense, but they are fine paintings and have much truth in them... about painting, if not about women.

Art is about art.

For example, the mixture of the American banjo of west African origin and the most ancient cro-magnon Basque language heard on the video's sound track encases within it's contradiction the same truth that Magritte's pipe, does. It is not a pipe, but is in fact it is a pipe. Words mean what they want to mean. In a sense truth is unknown until art puts a boot into it.

For me, what the fiestas of San Fermin of Pamplona are finally about, is one small, very closed and very conservative, city of the ancient kingdom of Navarre that is able to maintain its most ancient traditions, dating back to the sixteenth century, while allowing visitors from all over the world to share them fully, and to do so without making any concessions to a changing world or pandering in any way shape of form to the outsiders. Then, when the fiestas of San Fermin are finished, to quietly return to their sleepy provincial life for another year.

How they keep this unaffected authenticity is a mystery. Probably the death and mayhem that is ever present in the bull's horns has something to do with it. DS

Monday, March 24, 2008

Intuition and analysis

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What role does intuition play in analysis?

That all depends, of course, on the analyst.

In my opinion intuition or "gut feelings" only have value in cases where you have immersed yourself in a subject, where concentration has been sufficiently intense for the saturated subconscious to surrender a shortcut to the goal.

The best explanation I can ever remember reading of this selectivity of intuition came from some Indian sage who remarked that the Virgin Mary doesn't appear to devotees of Krishna, nor Govinda to the little shepherd girls of Fatima.

Intuition of this sort has to be subjected in its turn to the same process of concentration and rumination that produced it in the first place. Then, of course, a certain rigor as to the accuracy of the intuitions or "keeping score" has to be in place. This is where the Spanish expression that "the Devil knows more because he is so old than because he is the Devil", comes into play.

I learned the practical aspects of this dialectic of input/feedback/synthesis in a way that is probably not common to most political analysts. For a decade of what many (not me) would consider the best years of their lives, I was a painter (artiste peintre not house). I made a serious attempt at this and managed to show in good galleries and sell enough of my work to live. How I recycled myself into political analysis is another story. Suffice to say here that I never cease to be surprised at how useful the methods developed in painting have been in studying anything else.

What did I learn as a painter besides never to trust an art dealer or buy cheap paint?

In no particular order: that it is fundamental to study the entire space you are working on all the time; that the smallest change in one place changes everything else; that the space around an object is as, or more important than, the object itself; that in every situation, there is a center, perhaps hidden, around which everything in the situation revolves; that, for the clear mind, objectivity and subjectivity are two faces of the same coin... and so on and so on.

Then there are two maxims of Picasso's that go back to the relationship between effort and intuition.
"inspiration exists, but it has to find us working" and of course, "I do not seek. I find" and then too, at least in my particular case, "I am always doing things I can't do, that's how I get to do them".

This all came up because in a previous post I said that I had a feeling of foreboding about Barack Obama and a reader, quite reasonably, inquired, "yeah, well, did you have any intuitions about Bush in 1999?" and funny enough, I did at the time.

I had supported Al Gore during the campaign and he is still my favorite for president today, but in '99, at the time of the election limbo, of "hanging chadsville"... I got this very strong intuitive impression that Dubya's presidency would be "transformational"... as indeed it has been.

Did I have any "foreboding"?

No, just the strong feeling in those sunny, pre-9/11 times that the Bush restoration would bring great change.

Has Bush been terrible?

You bet!

Does that have an upside? Ask Picasso.

"Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction."

Seen from that point of view the Bush presidency has been very productive.


Here, what I call my "inner Lenin" comes into play. If most of the planet considers, in poll after poll, that US hegemony is the most dangerous and destabilizing element in the world today, then the sooner it ends, the better for everyone and if the cost of maintaining this hegemony absorbs so much of the nation's resources that it is depriving the American people of essentials like health, education and ultimately, old age pensions, the sooner it ends, the better for the American people.

Again Picasso:
"I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents."

And best of all for closing: "
You mustn't always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer." DS