While this may appear deceptively complex, it's actually quite simple to unravel. Ever had a friend who dated a drummer in a band/political activist/artiste? Ask her about responsibility vs. desire...and then run...How can individual ambition and desire be reconciled with responsibility to others?
Are we defining social obligations as boundaries/rules/restrictions? Or are we defining social obligations as involvement in social injustices/community issues? I hope this isn't that high hifalutin notion of "social obligation," such as attending Mr. Darcy's annual New York toast or visiting The Worthington's Mens Club for Strumpet Putting...Does a powerful imagination - an artist's, say, or a scientist's - justify its possessor in ignoring social obligations?
I question who the author of this critical review is and when it was written. Dates might help us capture the zeitgeist here for such inquisitiveness on the writer's part.
...involves the constant danger of debilitating narcissism.Here's the score: There's a little narcissist in all of us. It's the part of us that wants to parade our new medal around while crying out, "Look at me, everyone. It says Mommy loves me best!"i think part of keeping the narcissistic tendencies in check is keeping in touch and active in a community of creatives like this...
It's being able to admit that we've got a monkey under the collar and keeping an eye out for the little blighter that keeps us upright (Gold star to G-Gem for joining our Narcissists Anonymous meeting for this evening - and I want to add my praise of CATL/CA for keeping any thoughts of "artistic bravado" beaten into submission...).
And while we want to pursue art and be creative and bring our imaginative efforts into the sunlight, we've got to realize that there's a real and honest cost that's being paid by those around us: It's time. It's attention. It's being an active participant in our relationships.
Balance your fucking life or buy a fucking helmet, because you can be certain those people you trample over with excuses of "How am I supposed to be a great and famous artist if I have to work all the time to pay the bills?" are going to aim for the head...