{"id":281830,"date":"2024-12-09T12:00:19","date_gmt":"2024-12-09T12:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=281830"},"modified":"2024-12-03T08:40:10","modified_gmt":"2024-12-03T08:40:10","slug":"no-place-for-self-pity-no-room-for-fear-toni-morrison-on-the-artists-task-in-troubled-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2024\/12\/no-place-for-self-pity-no-room-for-fear-toni-morrison-on-the-artists-task-in-troubled-times\/","title":{"rendered":"No Place for Self-Pity, No Room for Fear–>Toni Morrison on the Artist\u2019s Task in Troubled Times"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cOnly an artist can tell \u2026 what it is like for anyone who gets to this planet to survive it,\u201d<\/em> James Baldwin asserted in contemplating how the artist\u2019s struggle illuminates the common human struggle<\/a>. \u201cWar and chaos have plagued the world for quite a long time,\u201d<\/em> wrote a forgotten defender of E.E. Cummings and the artist\u2019s duty to challenge the status quo<\/a>, \u201cbut each epoch creates its own special pulse-beat for the artists to interpret.\u201d<\/em> Often, the pulse-beats of chaos that feel most unsurvivable are those which artists must most urgently interpret in order for us to indeed survive.<\/p>\n

That task of the artist as a grounding and elevating force in turbulent times is what Toni Morrison<\/a> (February 18, 1931\u2013August 5, 2019) explores in a stunning essay titled \u201cNo Place for Self-Pity, No Room for Fear,\u201d included in the 150th anniversary issue of The Nation<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Toni Morrison (Courtesy Alfred A. Knopf)<\/p><\/div>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Morrison writes:<\/p>\n

Christmas, the day after, in 2004, following the presidential re-election of George W. Bush.<\/p>\n

I am staring out of the window in an extremely dark mood, feeling helpless. Then a friend, a fellow artist, calls to wish me happy holidays. He asks, \u201cHow are you?\u201d And instead of \u201cOh, fine \u2014 and you?\u201d, I blurt out the truth: \u201cNot well. Not only am I depressed, I can\u2019t seem to work, to write; it\u2019s as though I am paralyzed, unable to write anything more in the novel I\u2019ve begun. I\u2019ve never felt this way before, but the election\u2026\u201d I am about to explain with further detail when he interrupts, shouting: \u201cNo! No, no, no! This is precisely the time when artists go to work \u2014 not when everything is fine, but in times of dread. That\u2019s our job!\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt foolish the rest of the morning, especially when I recalled the artists who had done their work in gulags, prison cells, hospital beds; who did their work while hounded, exiled, reviled, pilloried. And those who were executed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

With an eye to the various brokennesses of the world, past and present, Morrison writes:<\/p>\n

This is precisely<\/em> the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.<\/p>\n

I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge \u2014 even wisdom. Like art.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Complement with Morrison on how to be your own story<\/a> and George Saunders on the artist\u2019s task<\/a>, then revisit JFK\u2019s spectacular speech on the artist\u2019s role in society<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a> My name is <\/em>Maria Popova<\/em><\/a> \u2014 a reader, a wonderer, and a lover of reality who makes sense of the world and herself through the essential inner dialogue that is the act of writing. <\/em>The Marginalian<\/em> (which <\/em>bore the unbearable name <\/em>Brain Pickings<\/a> for its first 15 years) is my one-woman labor of love, exploring what it means to live a decent, inspired, substantive life of purpose and gladness. Founded in 2006 as a weekly email to seven friends, eventually brought online and now included in the Library of Congress permanent web archive, it is a record of my own becoming as a person \u2014 intellectually, creatively, spiritually, poetically \u2014 drawn from my extended marginalia on the search for meaning across literature, science, art, philosophy, and the various other tendrils of human thought and feeling. A private inquiry irradiated by the ultimate question, the great quickening of wonderment that binds us all: What is all this? (<\/em>More<\/em><\/a>\u2026) <\/em><\/p>\n

Go to Original \u2013 themarginalian.org<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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