mal_de_mer

Мессенджер прямо внутри ЖЖ. Вот мой Windows Live ID: mal_de_mer@livejournal.com. Подключайтесь тоже и давайте общаться.

всё. мой образ со вспышечными интеллектуальными озарениями убит. Ещё ничего особо и не написав, я ухожу в омут созерцания ЖЖ. Теперь я буду лишь наблюдать.

Весна уже греет свои абрикосово-майские руки над сиротливо, и тускло гаснущими сугробами.

Всё-таки Оскар слишком бравирует крайностями:

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 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 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.


OSCAR WILDE

В.В. Набоков создал "Защиту Лужина", находясь в Пиренеях.

А вот и дождь. Наконец-то!

"Абсент: если вы выпьете достаточно
этого напитка, то увидите все, что захотите
увидеть - прекрасные, удивительные вещи..."

Оскар Уайльд

забавное изобретение=)

сегодня переосмыслила песню Radiohead "YOU":

You are the sun and moon and stars are you
And I could never run away from you
You try at working out chaotic things
And why should I believe myself not you?
It's like the world is going to end so soon
And why should I believe myself?
You me and everything caught in the fire
I can see me drowning
Caught in the fire

я вижу радугу...но не было дождя)