The lazy artist

“to learn, do not read Karl Marx. very dry shit. please learn the spirit. Marx is only tanks moving through Prague.” – Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

The boys over at tell me I’m a lazy artist.  How do they know that? Well, it seems, the filter you use most often on your Instagram photos reveals a lot about you.  I’m a big fan of the ‘Rise’ filter.  Apparently that means I want to filter my photos but can’t be bothered to scroll through all the options.  Just like I want well-lit photos, but can’t be bothered to learn how to take them.‘Rise’ sits in a convenient spot allowing me to make a good enough picture without having to work to hard to do it.  That sounds about right. Like Baloo the Bear said if you’re working like a bee, then you’re working to hard.

As it’s Ash Wednesday today, I have to give props to my favourite poet, T.S. Eliot.  His poem, Ash Wednesday was published in 1930 after his 1927 conversion to Anglicanism.  The first stanza haunts me to this day:

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

It just seems so fatal and final like lost hope when hope should be prevalent.  I know it’s meant to be about moving from spiritual barrenness to hope in human salvation, but I seem personally stuck in place of spiritual barrenness  so seeing beyond that doesn’t work for me.  At least not at this point in my life where I’ve been around the block once or twice and seen enough to make question the validity of anything we do as anything other than meaningless.  But hey, that’s just me and the poor Ukrainians who gave up their lives in the struggle to gain freedom from an corrupt and oppressive government only to have the Russians waltz into Crimea to take what they want, which of course is access to a warm water port.  I don’t think the Russian are keen to give Crimea back. They even have their shifty eyes fixed on eastern Ukraine.  Putin would like to extend the buffer zone just a little bit further west.

Oh sorry, we were talking about Ash Wednesday and T.S. Eliot.  I’m drifting more in my old age.

You can listen to Eliot read Ash Wednesday in this video:

I suspect at least some of you will be giving up something for Lent.  My daughter is giving up chocolate.  Me – nothing.  Lent has never been my thing.  Wifi would be the only thing that would constitute any sacrificial hardship for me.  And I can’t imagine no wifi for six weeks. Sorry. I’ll stick my overindulgent and sinful ways.