Friday, August 26, 2005
Ahem. And now for something inspirational. Maybe.
This is from the book I'm currently reading, Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse.
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Art was a union of the father and mother worlds, of mind and blood. It might start in utter sensuality and lead to total abstraction. Then again it might originate in pure concept and end in bleeding flesh. Any work of art that was truly sublime, not just a good juggler's trick; that was filled with the eternal secret; every obviously genuine work of art had this dangerous, smiling double face, was male-female, a merging of instinct and pure spirituality.
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Art was a union of the father and mother worlds, of mind and blood. It might start in utter sensuality and lead to total abstraction. Then again it might originate in pure concept and end in bleeding flesh. Any work of art that was truly sublime, not just a good juggler's trick; that was filled with the eternal secret; every obviously genuine work of art had this dangerous, smiling double face, was male-female, a merging of instinct and pure spirituality.
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