“The critics who can’t break you…
They somehow help to make you”
Of course, Morrissey was referring to those music critics gleefully churning out haughty disdain for lack of any originality or talent of their own. We might stretch the idea of the “critic” to encompass any and all factors in our life which act to threaten, crush and hold us down.
But if they can’t break us…they “unwittingly make us.”
Blake put it perfectly when he penned his classic line: “Opposition is True Friendship.”
I don’t think we inclined-or designed-to shake such a hand with a nonchalant smile. The Opposition hurts and can induce depression (in which activity slows and withers). However, this insight is given to us from an “Author in Eternity,” as Blake stated in his epic, Jerusalem. It’s the aerial view. The view of the Gamer who plays within and without the fray at the same time. I alluded to this approach in my book ORBIT where I spoke of utilizing first person shooter gamespace to practice killing without aggression. One no longer fires a weapon with reactive anger but touches frenetic foes as the Zen Master touches the appearance of thought in meditation…and sends it off like a blown dandelion.
Of course, the Critic may, indeed, appear as some snot writing for a music rag. Such hacks were quick to direct their daggers toward a British punk band called The Adverts. It could have been a devastating blow for frontman TV Smith were he not made of sterner stuff than any of these fools could have guessed.
Some readers here may be familiar with The Adverts and fondly recall when they crossed the Red Sea. For those who aren’t, an hour of your human life will be well spent watching the BBC documentary WE WHO WAIT.
TV Smith saw his Path and no Maker-Breaker armed with a typewriter and limp-wristed arrogance was going to say Nay. On one hand, he proved his Vision true when he rose to recognition and power with The Explorers. On the other, the fickle finger of the Industry decided, in a drunken mood, to flick him from the spotlight and into unemployment.
The real fire rises when TV picks up his guitar and goes it on his own. Don’t need the labels and don’t need anyone’s benediction. What he does afterwards is a soaring upward climb. Poetry and passion knocks back a Stim-Pack and showers down brilliance. More guts and glory than anything offered by the Machine for our increasingly numbed and dumbed-down world to consume.
This isn’t a story about the music world. It’s YOUR story. Vision can ALWAYS override the Critic. The World can’t kill it. Age can’t weaken its power.
It is “In the World but not of It.”
Watch TV. He’ll show you how it’s done.
For Ed, The Appliance SFB
Stars For Brains