Happy Intervals

“… there’s no such thing as happy endings, only happy intervals and inevitable conclusions, and an author must choose whether to follow a story to its inevitable conclusion or draw the curtain at a happy interval.”

Rue McClanahan in My First Five Husbands… and the Ones Who Got Away

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What i saw today

Pretty wild flowers near my house in Amsterdam today.

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Eat your vegetables

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* groenten = vegetables
Song for today: Lou Doillon – Defiant
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What i saw today

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Song for today: Wild Beasts – A Simple Beautiful Truth
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Interesting Lady 4

 

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Maria Lassnig (1919-2014), Austrian painter – “It’s art that keeps one ever young”
Song for today: Wanda Jackson – Fujiyama Mama

 

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Quote of the Day

“Love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another”

From Stoner by John Williams

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Food for Thought

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

Preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
Song for today: The Rolling Stones – Paint it Black

 

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