In your opinion of "Roses should have been here . . . " (that work of such incomparable delicacy and form) you are of course quite, quite incontestably right, as against the man who wrote the introduction. But let me make this request right away:
Read as little as possible of literary criticism - such things are either partisan opinions, which have become petrified and meaningless, hardened and empty of life, or else they are just clever word-games, in which one view wins today, and tomorrow the opposite view. Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. - Always trust yourself and your own feeling, as opposed to argumentations, discussions, or introductions of that sort; if it turns out that you are wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights. Allow your judgments their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened. Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.
Rilke
... they are gone and it is killing...
I always face this kind of dilemma. They all say that I am not feeling... it means failure.
In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn't matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn't force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!
There is this story of a painter who ''discard'' his family and when to Paris to ''persue'' his ''dream''. I told my close friends about this story, and they all condemned him... somehow i also think he is ''inhumane'', but i m not very sure...
and pls do not mis-understand the following paragraph. I think he is right in describing the relationship btw primal instinct and creation. Here, notice the words SIN and PURE. It is a sense, rather than the worldly distraction.
Richard Dehmel: My experience with his books (and also, incidentally, with the man, whom I know slightly) is that whenever I have discovered one of his beautiful pages, I am always afraid that the next one will destroy the whole effect and change what is admirable into something unworthy. You have characterized him quite well with the phrase: "living and writing in heat." - And in fact the artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss. And if instead of "heat" one could say "sex" - sex in the great, pure sense of the word, free of any sin attached to it by the Church - then his art would be very great and infinitely important. His poetic power is great and as strong as a primal instinct; it has its own relentless rhythms in itself explodes from him like a volcano.
...don't want to copy the next paragraph. I myself get confused.
oh, may i describe my ''confusion'' as ''locked rooms or books writen in a very foreign language.'' ... i like this phrase. I m curious.
You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them.
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 wawa 在 11/27/2004 12:48:42 AM 说:
我的优柔寡断的本性又暴露了。
wawa 在 11/27/2004 12:48:16 AM 说:
hehe, what was going on? 怎被叫上台的？没有糊弄过去？ ……那就先放放口水书和碟子吧…… 还有啊，我可能不回去了。
carrot 在 11/26/2004 6:47:58 PM 说:
非常lose face,今天,站在讲台上,一问三不知,啊,我发誓,我再不看口水书了.我要回去补习基础知识....
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