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My actual question is a bit more useful version of the old tree-falling-unheard-in-a-forest conundrum. It's actually two questions, interrelated, and the first assumption is that quality of writing can be, to a reasonable extent, objectively measured (or at least sensed vaguely - but objectively). Naturally I have no real answers to these questions.
Suppose we write a story that's mediocre superficially, but from a higher perspective, or a different system of thought, it's masterfully and elaborately beautiful. Let's take a milder example. Suppose a single detail of our story -- complements it perfectly, is a wonder of metafiction, is exactly what the art needed, and generally raises the introspection/complexity/innovation of our story significantly. Now suppose this: either because very few competent readers read it, or no one paid it any mind, or it was never shown to a large audience, the detail is lost on everyone. Does the story deserve to be called masterful? Can it be beautiful by virtue of something in its nature, that no one sees? Is art all exhibition, or is at least a part of it inherent in the inner structure?
It's possible to argue yes to my first question. Try this. Suppose this detail just can't be read as part of the experience of the story. It coheres artistically, it's very clever, but it just doesn't inhabit the plane of thought that stories do. Suppose, for instance (this may not be possible), that the text forms a cipher to a certain function or mathematical expression whose graph correlates to something in the story. Suppose (I've done this) the sentence structures of sentences of the first paragraph mimic each other but slowly metamorphose also, before returning briefly to the master sentence structure as a kind of textual recapitulation. Suppose (I've done this also) we use the words "joined like eggshell halves", and this begs itself to be read in trochaic metre, which suggests the zigzag motion that could illustrate something like the shape of eggshell halves. Suppose (this is the clearest example) the real work of art is embedded deep inside a famous sculpture, never to be found because who would dare smash or even split a sculpture of that beauty? And this is a clear artistic statement. The real work of art is the heart under the marble facade or something.
Would this be considered valid artistic expression?
Suppose we write a story that's mediocre superficially, but from a higher perspective, or a different system of thought, it's masterfully and elaborately beautiful. Let's take a milder example. Suppose a single detail of our story -- complements it perfectly, is a wonder of metafiction, is exactly what the art needed, and generally raises the introspection/complexity/innovation of our story significantly. Now suppose this: either because very few competent readers read it, or no one paid it any mind, or it was never shown to a large audience, the detail is lost on everyone. Does the story deserve to be called masterful? Can it be beautiful by virtue of something in its nature, that no one sees? Is art all exhibition, or is at least a part of it inherent in the inner structure?
It's possible to argue yes to my first question. Try this. Suppose this detail just can't be read as part of the experience of the story. It coheres artistically, it's very clever, but it just doesn't inhabit the plane of thought that stories do. Suppose, for instance (this may not be possible), that the text forms a cipher to a certain function or mathematical expression whose graph correlates to something in the story. Suppose (I've done this) the sentence structures of sentences of the first paragraph mimic each other but slowly metamorphose also, before returning briefly to the master sentence structure as a kind of textual recapitulation. Suppose (I've done this also) we use the words "joined like eggshell halves", and this begs itself to be read in trochaic metre, which suggests the zigzag motion that could illustrate something like the shape of eggshell halves. Suppose (this is the clearest example) the real work of art is embedded deep inside a famous sculpture, never to be found because who would dare smash or even split a sculpture of that beauty? And this is a clear artistic statement. The real work of art is the heart under the marble facade or something.
Would this be considered valid artistic expression?