Beware of cultivating your monstrousness, O
comprachicos; do you know how much love it takes to
pull that off?

'In this growth of landscape-art into a slow transform-
ation of the world into landscape, there is a long human
development. The content of these pictures, resulting
so unintentionally from observation and work, speaks
to us of a future that has begun in our own time: tells
us that man is no longer the social entity, moving with
poise among his like, nor is he any longer one for whom
evening and morning, for whom proximity and distance
exist. It tells us, that he is placed amongst things like
a thing, infinitely alone, and that all which is common to
them both has been drawn from things and men into the
common depth where the roots of all growth drink.'
--Rilke (1902), Where Silence Reigns tr G C Houston

Playing music for other musicians/ music for nonmusicians.
But: there are no magic tricks for other magicians! So art
has a tendency toward illusionism that goes unchecked
when its culture no longer cultivates.

What is it that's so difficult? To talk about each sick
person--and not the Plague.

I want no great art if that only means to be the tree for
a great monkey.

But what kind of degradation has not become an
art?

Turin compares a perfume he reviews to Bizet's Symphony in C.
I just had to check it out, & while it didn't blow me away, the
second movement has a brooding delicacy that is quite charming.