Schopenhauer - “The Artist and the Sublime”
"a beautiful exit" by Miguel
“The pleasure of everything beautiful, the consolation afforded by art, the enthusiasm of the artist which enables him to forget the cares of life, this one advantage of the genius over other men alone compensating him for the suffering that is heightened in proportion to the clearness of consciousness, and for the desert loneliness among a different race of men, all this is due to the fact that, as we shall see later on, the in-itself of life, the will, the existence itself is a constant suffering, and is partly woeful, partly fearful. The same thing, on the other hand, as representation alone, purely contemplated, or repeated through art, free from pain, presents us with a significant spectacle. This purely knowable side of the world and its repetition in any art is the element of the artist.” (pg. 267)
Schopenhauer speaks of the consolation the artist is afforded in life through the ability granted him to make everything beautiful by his artwork. In this way, the artist’s genius compensates him through his finding of beauty in congruity to whatever his measure of suffering caused by the clearness of contemplation in his own artwork. This beauty and meaning isn’t afforded other men who live without any individual productions of art. The artist sings of flying through red lights as if he’s uninhibited by the normalities and confines allocated most humans constrained by their limiting phenomena rather than the liberation found amongst the phenomena of the artist. Instead of seeing death as a morbid and troublesome thought, he imagines a “beautiful exit” and romanticizes dying young.
Just as Schopenhauer claims the artist sees the world in ways other men are not afforded, the lyrics speak of ignoring what society expects because “the muted world doesn’t come in colors.” In this same way, the artist is illustrating that the colorful and beautiful are only found within the “colors” both literally and figuratively found in art. Those not within this way of viewing the world are also literally and figuratively muted. The artists are the “wildhearts” that can’t be broken, the ones whose spirits thrive amidst destruction because they find beauty in the ashes and create the diamond in the rough. Their ability to find this beauty is their payment for living a life more burdensome than that of one who is able to go throughout their days content without contemplation.
The artist goes on to say, “sleep may be your only chance to rule yourself,” which also aligns with Schopenhauer’s view that every occurrence in life is due to the universal Will that presides over the lesser individual human will. The song closes out, “Gonna continue, really have no other choice but to just keep riding…” We are under the presumption that he cognizant he is being carried and floating on Schopenhauer’s Universal Will that reigns over the vicissitudes of his own life.
Therefore, his only choice is to be carried by the wave of the Universal.
Lyrics referenced above:
(full lyrics also listed further below)
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We’re gonna die young
…
Ignore the planned conventions of society
The muted world doesn’t come in colors
…
Wildhearts can’t be broken
…
Sleep may be your only chance to rule yourself
You’re here for a reason, you know
Gonna continue, really have no other choice than to just keep riding
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Don't ever sell yourself short, sell your sad things
Accept the new, don't mingle on the past
Believe yourself, trust your intuition
You're here for a reason, you know
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We're gonna die young
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We're gonna die young
Ignore the planned conventions of society
The muted world, doesn't dream in colors
No fear, no shame, wildhearts can't be broken
You're here for a reason, you know
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We're gonna die young
Speeding through all of these red lights, fast life
Dreaming a beautiful exit
We're gonna die young, we're gonna die young
We're gonna die young, we're gonna die young
We're gonna die young
All our problems were so extra small to astronauts
You can ditch the tangled patterns known by your parents
Sleep make me your only chance to rule yourself
You're here for a reason, you know
Gonna continue, really has no other choice but to just keep riding