The fate of the poet

Deshaun 2022-12-25 06:53:32

Poets are not narrowly written poets.
They are people who risk the destruction of worldly life and experience peak (ecstasy) experiences, just like "soloists."

Soloist (poet):
You can be his friend, but you can't hold the throat of his own destiny for him.
Modernity destroys genius.
Urban hermits capture accidents in the deterministic city.
He loves everything, he loves everyone, and is afraid of the apartment; he has great love and becomes the love of God.
Talent is an obstacle to worldly life.
Mediocrity has become a quality in modern society.
Who is crazy, the ethical dilemma of mental illness.
The return of religion: In addition to focusing on fate (Beethoven), we must return to religion (Bach).
Stupid man, his poems with witty words are deaf to your ears! (Every time I see Lopez, Ayers has poems that seem to be chattering but full of meaning.)

When ignorance becomes my quality again, I write these banal words on sleepless nights. Such insomnia is not what Pessoa said. So great. The worldly life has become a few hours to fall asleep. During these hours, at least I don’t know what I’m doing, and it’s better than not knowing the so-called in clarity. We play our dreams solo every night, the performer, the listener, and who is asleep, who is awake, who is normal, and who is crazy.
"The Soloist" is about how unknowable other people really are"
------ Milostiva

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The Soloist quotes

  • [last lines]

    Steve Lopez: "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A year ago, I met a man who was down on his luck and thought I might be able to help him. I don't know that I have. Yes, my friend Mr. Ayers now sleeps inside. He has a key. He has a bed. But his mental state and his well-being, are as precarious now as they were the day we met. There are people who tell me I've helped him. Mental health experts who say that the simple act of being someone's friend can change his brain chemistry, improve his functioning in the world. I can't speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard. Maybe our friendship has helped him. But maybe not. I can, however, speak for myself. I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers's courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I've learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in, of holding onto it. Above all else, of believing, without question, that it will carry you home.

  • [first lines]

    Construction Worker: [greeting his co-workers] Buen dia, muchachos.

    Steve Lopez: [narrating] "Points West" by Steve Lopez. A construction worker in Griffith Park heard the

    Steve Lopez: [swerving his bicycle to avoid a raccoon] Hey!

    Steve Lopez: [continuing narration] He saw a cyclist cartwheel off his bike and slam face-first into the unforgiving asphalt of Riverside Drive.