о некоммуникабельности
Я долго не писала. За это время много чего случилось и через меня промчалось, как поезд людей и событий, и всё это упаковалось в такую (немного куцеватую) формулировку:
"Personal experience is inherently incommunicable. This, perhaps, creates one of the greatest paradoxes of art: in art, the incommunicable becomes intensely palpable (though remains indecipherable) so that one could put his fingers into the wounds of existence".
"Personal experience is inherently incommunicable. This, perhaps, creates one of the greatest paradoxes of art: in art, the incommunicable becomes intensely palpable (though remains indecipherable) so that one could put his fingers into the wounds of existence".