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Most art in any form is commercially successful in its own time because it is line with current tastes. At the same time, some artists of all genres choose to take the road not taken and produce a creation whose raison d’être or, at minimum, its selling point is that it is shocking. Granted a few choose their form of expression due to a personal vision with minimal external influence. Yet, clearly, most such revolutionaries are quickly forgotten if even noticed. The interesting question is which of these pioneering works are actually appreciated by future generations.
Some artists turned their sails into wind and chose to challenge
accepted taste. Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of
Capricorn are examples of deliberate breaking of accepted limits specifically on
discussing sexuality. Almost a century earlier, Andrei Beli wrote a symbolist
novel, Petersburg, in complete rejection of the classic Russan writers
that preceded him, notably Tolstoy. In theatre, Victor Hugo produced Hernani
knowing full well that the critics and public would find it overly extragenetic
and absurd. Likewise, Ionesco in The Chairs wrote a tragic farce that
went far beyond the capacity to appreciate of most theatre viewers of his day. In
music, aside from the humoristic elements, P.D.Q Bach and Spike Jones shattered
the serious intellectuality of classical music, albeit in rather different
ways. Thus, every action does have a reaction even in art.
Admittedly, some artists created their own style mainly because of their unique internal vision, not
necessarily commercial interests. Clearly, James Joyce in Ulysses and
Marcel Proust in In Search of Lost Time felt a need to express their
reality whether or not anybody would appreciate it or even understand it. In
theatre, Mother Courage and her children by Bertolt Brecht and Rhinoceros
by Eugene Ionesco reflect the political view of their writers. Clearly, the first
rappers sought self-expression, not riches. Thus, the seeds of some
world-changing works came from the artists themselves.
Regardless of the motivation, most of these shocking works have lost their glean and are probably considered as impressive and appreciated as the collected works of Stalin (does anbyody still have a copy?. Which of these shining stars is still remarkable today is a matter of personal taste. Would you rather read On the Road by Jack Kerouac or Travels in Spain by Alexander Dumas? Would you rather see Sammuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot or Oscar Wilde’s Salome? Would you prefer a painting by Andy Warhol or Monet in your living room. At minimum, it can be said that at least these shocking artists are still known while most of their more popular peers have almost completely disappeared from the stage (or book store, if you will). Since fame is a fickle, as Oscar Wilde said, "the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about."
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