Dimanche 23 mars 2008
"We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong
The monstrous parricide!"
OSCAR WILDE (The Ballad Of Reading Gaol)
par CONY FOR OSCAR WILDE
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No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice an 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.
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.
OSCAR WILDE (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
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. The 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.
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