“In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was to the glory of God. He lived and died without being more or less important than other artisans; ‘eternal values,’ ‘immortality’ and ‘masterpiece’ were terms not applicable in his case. The ability to create was a gift. In such a world flourished invulnerable assurance and natural humility. Today the individual has become the highest form and the greatest bane of artistic creation.” – Ingmar Bergman, Four Screenplays of Ingmar Bergman (1960)
These days before tour are days of spongey preparing. I have some tasks to complete but am otherwise free to absorb and transmute, stay up late and wallow in dreams, write secret private nothings and complete works that I hope to some day share. Or I’ll toss them out, but either way they are more fodder, more word cud i have chewed the nutrients out of.
So when I stumbled onto this article on Ingmar Bergman and his views of solitude, I enjoyed it a great deal, probably reeking of confirmation bias the whole time. If you didn’t read the article, here is a summary:
SoulPaste WordPorridge. HeartTaste MindForage. TruthSpeak ThoughtCourage.
Reading up on him has also made me wonder if starting a blog was a good choice. I really hate that word- blog. It lacks dignity, feels like a fat ball of greasy narcissism rolling across my tongue. But I suppose its all in how you use the item. The blog. According to Bergman (if I am receiving him correctly) I should probably lock myself in a spider hole with a legal pad for a week if I want to make anything real. I bet Saddam Hussein had some great poetry when they found him.
Tonight I’m going to attempt to watch The Seventh Seal. Have you watched any Bergman? Any recommendations? Heres another quote by the man himself to send you off.
“The demons are innumerable, arrive at the most inappropriate times and create panic and terror… but I have learned that if I can master the negative forces and harness them to my chariot, then they can work to my advantage…. Lilies often grow out of carcasses’ arseholes.” -As quoted in “Bergman talks of his dreams and demons in rare interview” by Xan Brooks The Guardian (12 December 2001)