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23 June 2010 @ 08:17 pm
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At my F-list wolf_in_sheeps posted this few minutes ago, and I just feel the need to post it here too:

"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 imprecision of beautiful things.
The highest, 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 and 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 cannot 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.

-The Picture of Dorian Gray"

by Oscar Wilde
 
 
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Melylectura35 on June 24th, 2010 01:28 am (UTC)
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope
Love this line :)
Beautiful words, Hon!
Lillylillywmw on June 24th, 2010 01:21 pm (UTC)
I also think that there is hope on those who find beauty on not so beauty things.
Art not all the time is beauty by itself.
Sometimes is a duty of the spectador to find the beauty where at first time it seems it doesn't exist.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
Melylectura35 on June 24th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
I also think that there is hope on those who find beauty on not so beauty things.

Absolutely :)
There´s hope... and those ones have a real gift :) :)
mac_beth13mac_beth13 on June 24th, 2010 02:56 am (UTC)
What more can one say to add to what Oscar Wilde has already said so eloquently? Thank you for reposting this passage, hon! *hugs*
Lillylillywmw on June 24th, 2010 01:31 pm (UTC)
The highest, the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
These words are so strong and truth, there is no way to any artist be more strengthen on their convictions after understand their meanings.
missgranger2missgranger2 on June 24th, 2010 12:39 pm (UTC)
Beautiful! It made me smile!

Much love!
Tammy (>:
Lillylillywmw on June 24th, 2010 01:35 pm (UTC)
There are many of passages on this text that fit very well in the moment I'm living, so it was good to read in somebody's else words, someone so wise that lived many years ago, what I think and feel about many things related to art.
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