Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
Archive for August, 2007
Henry Miller.
Posted in art, literature on 28/08/2007| Leave a Comment »
John Irving.
Posted in literature on 10/08/2007| Leave a Comment »
You can’t say you’re going to ban something in the name of good taste, because then you have directed someone to play the role of good-taste police. We permit bad taste in this country. In fact, we even encourage it — and reward it in all manner of ways.
John Irving
Interviewed By Suzanne Herel
May/June 1997
Juan Ramon Jimenez.
Posted in literature, poet on 09/08/2007| Leave a Comment »
Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture. I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down there in the depths, against a great thing. And nothing happens! Nothing … Silence … Waves. Nothing happens? Or Has everything Happened and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life? If they give you ruled paper, write the other way. Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.
James Joyce. Famous love letter.
Posted in famous love letters, literature on 02/08/2007| Leave a Comment »
15 August, 1904
My dear Nora,
It has just struck me. I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me ‘Dear.’ I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs.
When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. I think I will go to bed.
I have been a half-hour writing this thing. Will you write something to me? I hope you will. How am I to sign myself? I won’t sign anything at all, because I don’t know what to sign myself.
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