The Artist on the Artist

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Intellect Books, 2000 - 462 pagina's

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Inhoudsopgave

INTRODUCTION xili
1
THE INTERPRETERS
9
FROM THE UNNAMED
41
THE SELF AS SUBJECT
59
RENAISSANCE WRITING
75
PAINTING CARAVAGGIO TO REMBRANDT
111
FORMALITY TO SUBJECTIVISM
123
ENGLISH GOTHICK TO KEATS
165
QUESTIONING REALITY
317
ASSESSORS OF REALITY
329
TREATING THE KNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN
355
FILM AND DRAMA
373
ORIENTAL ATTITUDES
381
THE EAST FOR THE WEST
403
Relevant Works by Harry Guest
419
INDEX OF NAMES
443

THE LEGACIES OF ROMANTICISM
181
THE FIRST MODERNISTS
265

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Pagina 170 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Pagina 170 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Pagina 60 - For, don't you mark ? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted — better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Pagina 29 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Pagina 174 - The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Pagina 169 - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Pagina 237 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Pagina 151 - Zum Sehen geboren, Zum Schauen bestellt, Dem Turme geschworen, Gefällt mir die Welt. Ich blick in die Ferne, Ich seh in der Näh Den Mond und die Sterne, Den Wald und das Reh. So seh ich in allen Die ewige Zier, Und wie mirs gefallen, Gefall ich auch mir.
Pagina 10 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The Sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by Developing in that one glance the Deity.

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