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"I believe in the truth, whether spoken by saint or by heretic"
I absolutely love that quote. The flip side of that is that there are an
awful lot of really nice people out there who, quite innocently, say or do or
create something that does not even approach the truth. Mary Englebreit is
probably a very nice lady, but her art is little more than mass marketed
sentimentalism. Bastard though he was, I have to side with someone like
Gauguin, the heretic who "spoke the truth."
I would be more likely to invite Englebreit over for coffee and pie. I
wouldn't want Gauguin anywhere near my house.
I mean the same is true in music or literature. One does not condone racism
by listening to Elvis. One does not necessarily celebrate alcoholism by
reading William Faulkner. Not everyone who listens to Nirvana or reads
Sylvia Plath is on the fast track to suicide.
A friend of mine once asked me how I could possibly listen to George Jones,
knowing how he had treated Tammy Wynette. My only response was, "Everybody
is capable of something good, and I guess for George his one good thing was