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08 Aug 2012 at 8:57 pm #1769
Former art critic for Time Magazine, and the author of the definitive history of the founding of Australia (‘The Fatal Shore’), Robert Hughes died recently. I don’t know anything more about him, but I really enjoyed his wit, humour, and the way he skewered the religious imbicility of the political right in the US. Rest in peace mate.
09 Aug 2012 at 12:25 pm #1771
Hughes was a good un. I learned a lot about visual art from him.
BobbyKnoxvilleQuote09 Aug 2012 at 5:17 pm #1781
Gee, Robert Hughes wrote some really fine criticism. I am sorry to hear this news. His book Culture of Complaint was absolutely one of the best art books I’ve ever read and it shared so many ethics that my friends and I agreed with and kind of kicked some major ass in the art world…back in the day. He was to art criticism what Jon Stewart is to journalism.
Where and when will there be a new voice of reason for art and movies and culture?
As much as I disagreed with many things Christopher Hitchens believed he was a voice of reason and fresh air. A great mind to tackle…losing him and Robert Hughes this year is a blow to culture vultures and lets the pompous and pretentious get a word in edge-wise…oh dear…
09 Aug 2012 at 9:03 pm #1782
There’s still Dave Hickey.
09 Aug 2012 at 10:27 pm #1783
28 Aug 2012 at 1:53 pm #1827
Thanks for sending this my way Greg S…enjoyed it and…
This brought me to tears…From a eulogy for Robert Hughes (from The New Republic) : “On the night Bob died I heard Dinah Washington sing For All We Know. It undid me. It had been too long since we were together and now tomorrow, as the song warns, would never come. I saw a chilly picture of friends living dispersed and dying dispersed, of time wasted by distance, of the companionship of souls thwarted by all the mindless movement, swirl and bustle, the life-tourism that now passes for experience. I miss so many people, and some of them are not even dead. Too many cherished are unheard, and the silence of the infinite emails terrifies me. I do not wish only to remember. It is not good to commemorate one’s own life. But the world is who you inhabit it with; and it empties out. I mourn even my enemies, some of whom also died this season, because they gave me the gift of our quarrels, which were not trivial. In a perverse sense I served with them, too. To live controversially is to live significantly, and for significant living one must be grateful. And also pedagogical, so that those who have passed, the beliefs they championed and the pleasures they discovered, will not altogether pass, not immediately and not without effect. Posterity is the secular immortality. It is death, or the defiance of it, which makes one finally want to teach, and to count on the children.”
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