#ere

Outside of the dreary rubbish that is churned out by god knows how many hacks of varying degrees of talent, the novel is, it seems to me, a very special and rarefied kind of literary form, and was, for a brief moment only, wide-ranging in its sociocultural influence. For the most part, it has always been an acquired taste and it asks a good deal from its audience. Our great contemporary problem is in separating that which is really serious from that which is either frivolously and fashionably "radical" and that which is a kind of literary analogy to the Letterman show. It's not that there is pop culture around, it's that so few people can see the difference between it and high culture, if you will. Morton Feldman is not Stephen Sondheim. The latter is a wonderful what-he-is, but he is not what-he-is-not. To pretend that he is is to insult Feldman and embarrass Sondheim, to enact a process of homogenization that is something like pretending that David Mamet, say, breathes the same air as Samuel Beckett. People used to understand that there is, at any given time, a handful of superb writers or painters or whatever--and then there are all the rest. Nothing wrong with that. But it now makes people very uncomfortable, very edgy, as if the very idea of a Matisse or a Charles Ives or a Thelonious Monk is an affront to the notion of "ain't everything just great!" We have the spectacle of perfectly nice, respectable, harmless writers, etc., being accorded the status of important artists...Essentially the serious novelist should do what s/he can do and simply forgo the idea of a substantial audience. ↗

— Gilbert Sorrentino

#art #criticism #differences #literature #mulligan-stew

If it is in the interest of the Palestinian people to have a hudna, we'll have a hudna. If it isn't, we won't. ↗

— Ahmed Yassin

#palestinian #palestinian people #people #won

Aztán az ember észre fogja venni azt, hogy noha tudatosan attól fél, hogy nem szeretik, igazából, bár rendszerint öntudatlanul, szeretni fél. Szeretni annyi, mint feltétel nélkül rábízni magunkat valakire, teljesen odaadni magunkat abban a reményben, hogy szeretetünk majd szeretetet hoz létre a szeretett személyben is. A szeretet hitből származó cselekedet, és akiben kevés a hit, abban kevés a szeretet is. ↗

— Erich Fromm

#art

I don't think that when Zionism began there was a claim that we were losing - even in part - our capacity to contribute to other peoples. ↗

— A. B. Yehoshua

#capacity #claim #contribute #even #i

Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the starry sky. They were the notes of Oak´s flute. It came from the direction of a small dark object under the hedge - a shephard´s hut - now presenting an outline to which an unintiated person might have been puzzled to attach either meaning or use. ... Being a man not without a frequent consciousness that there was some charm in this life he led, he stood still after looking at the sky as a useful instrument, and regarded it in an appreciative spirit, as a work of art superlatively beautiful. For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene, or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man. ... Oak´s motions, though they had a quiet energy, were slow, and their deliberateness accorded well with his occupation. Fitness being the basis of beauty, nobody could have denied tha his steady swings and turns in and about the flock had elements of grace. His special power, morally, physically, and mentally, was static. ... Oak was an intensely human man: indee, his humanity tore in pieces any politic intentions of his which bordered on strategy, and carried him on as by gravitation. A shadow in his life had always been that his flock should end in mutton - that a day could find a shepherd an arrant traitor to his gentle sheep. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#freedom #gabriel #gabriel-oak #independence #nature

In a world where change is inevitable and continuous, the need to achieve that change without violence is essential for survival. ↗

— Andrew Young

#change #continuous #essential #inevitable #need

I don't care about my character here on earth.I don't care about what other people think or say about me, all I care about is my standing before the Lord. ↗

— Brigham Young

#before #care #character #earth #here

In a normal time, I don't think economic policy makes a large difference one way or another. But in times of crisis it makes all the difference in the world. ↗

— Mark Zandi

#crisis #difference #economic #economic policy #i

Grief can destroy you --or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see that it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#grief #beauty

Buying a home wouldn't make much sense if house prices were likely to decline further; no one wants to catch a falling knife. ↗

— Mark Zandi

#catch #decline #falling #further #home