krad

I wish I had more brain power these days to properly give a more in-depth comment, because this "rough" statement is...there's so much to think about, and as someone linguistically inclined, there's some ways to truly interpret "malignant creativity." It's such...is it oxymoronic? Judgmental? Freudian slipping? A critique a la twitter puriteen or a description of pride? Is it just a dadaist phrase?

And then--

i'm left with the observation, coming back and back again that it's that friction-spark, of somewhere, somebody disapproving of the final piece that wills it into existence. more than disapproval, really, a sense of wanting that created art to un-exist for the sheer immorality of it all. there have been many historical trickster-saints of artists, who draw with laughs (and sorrows) in the corner of their eyes, at the risk of imprisonment, death, exile should their work be linked to them.  people respond strangely and strongly to art.

This, this is just. Chef's kiss. I can't help but latch onto this.