Tuesday, August 4

The age of one's own






On the last day of my recent trip to Bangkok, a discussion at one ice-cream shop about motive in liturature writing with my two friends surprisingly led to many notions about human mind, including fear of death, when one admited that his source of inspiration to write a novel lies also on the cause of resisting to live beyond human's life span of his own, to leave someting to to the world worth remembering his name, and not be forgotten as soon as when he departed.

This recalled the notion that how human emotions and thought were successively transcended through creativities and talents of the individuls into work of art; as reflecting in the popular quote of ancient greek aphorism 'ars longa vita brevis' - art is long, life is short.

As I was reading a book of Eric Hobsbawm, his collection 'Unommon People Resistance, Rebellion, and Jazz', that gave substantive accounts about jazz music, particularly in terms of relations between jazz as the state of art and the cultural context of working class development. Before it becomes music of elite minority, jazz was created by diasporas of the America, those who were oppressed for centuries.

Its popularity in America in the early of the twentieth century went along with the rise of the struggle against racism and trends of socialism democracy, though short lived. Children of the revolution has turned their ears to rock and roll and its later fusions-the music of their own age. Hobsbawm pointed that a generation feels music as innovation of their times, and popular music is the product of current miliu of both the artist and audiences alike.

Jazz scene become rare everywhere around the globe and its image as the music of the rebel lost somewhere in time. Some put even that jazz is now only listened and played among old rich people or young intellectuals with pretensions.

This is a case that, art is long, but regretably, perhaps like other forms of creative works in many circumstances, its true and original meaning has short lived, so did the lives of its creator.


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