From Matt Freeman and 99Seats. Check 'em both out. I already posted a comment over at Matt's place but his piece has got me thinking a lot and has me posing some questions of meself, so I thought I'd focus in on the bit he's talking about that raises them for me. Matt gives us a poem he loves and a picture he loves and discusses how focusing on the meaning of the poem and the picture are beside the point. He then discusses a play of his (which I have neither read nor heard, so none of what I'm talking about here is a critique of the play):
The play is "meaningless;" but that doesn't mean it's purposeless. I don't listen to jazz music and wonder what it means. I don't look at Jackson Pollock paintings and mine them for their subject (unless you call their subject 'other art').