Saturday, April 28, 2007
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 withought 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 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 poiunt 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 tupe. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beaneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the smbol 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.
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hahah. that was an exerpt from one of Oscar Wilde's books. its really. nice! hahah... many really interesting philosophies lie beneath the words, sentences... really nice (: hahah... so sorry ive been neglecting this blog so long! hahah...
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as you all probably already know, i went to watch phantom of the opera yesterday.it was amazing watching it in the esplanade theatre... i mean really. its amazing. cause its like. the lighting, stage effects, sounds, OH AND THE VOICES. WOW. the set is really nice too. its totally different from watching the movie/show. hahah... and reading the book? no need to compare larh horh. and the orchestra is really... clear! im amazed they fit in that small little space down there. hahah. the phantom's voice is really nice, and its amazing that from where i was sitting [circle2, row JJ], i could still be able to see that his face was disfigured beneath the mask. heavy duty make up remover required after that i guess? hahah... but really, it was an amazing performance. (: go watch it okay? it really was worth all the money!
hahah. i felt underdressed there, cause everyone was wearing all the formal clothing [promdress type?] hahah. maybe cause they drive there. or were driven. or something. hahah. we took public transport. MRT. hahah. stood out alot i guess. ahh. i still love the esplanade (: ate mrs field's cookies! yumyum (: wheee. the experience yesterday was really wonderful larh... hahah.
and my sister finally talks to me! maybe cause she has nothing else to do, BUT SHE TALKS TO ME. hahah... i felt really, really, great when she actually replied me with a wholehearted answer. hahah... normally she'd just nod. or shake her head. or something to that extent.
YAY TO PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. (:
and yay to those who made it possible (:
HoldMeInYourArms.
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