Art Amidst The Guilt

With soldiers dying 6,000 miles away, it’s easy for those of us at home to descend into a spiral of ‘arts guilt.’ How dare we (pick one) read a novel/listen to a pop song/attend a play when matters of such import are afoot in the world? “Guilt isn’t really guilt; it’s recognition of ambiguity. It’s realizing that we don’t always know the right thing to do, that sometimes we’ll end up doing the wrong thing, but that our desire to have the arts in our lives – to keep before us the simple pleasure of appreciating the audacity of creativity – can’t be a bad thing, no matter how dark the skies grow in Baghdad, or, God forbid, Boise.”