That is an amazing series of images. Yeah, but we did laugh a lot in Proust...your title caught me off-guard. I was thinking about Proust today as I sat in the dentist-chair. I'm still working through that one quotation; actually, I am going to quote it at length:
And how many art-lovers stop there, without extracting anything from their impression, so that they grow old useless and unsatisfied, like celibates of Art! They suffer, but their sufferings, like the sufferings of virgins and of lazy people, are of a kind that fecundity or work would cure. They get more excited about works of art than real artists, because for them their excitement is not the object of a laborious and inward-directed study but a force which bursts outwards, which heats their conversations and empurples their cheeks; at concerts they will shout ‘Bravo, bravo’ till they are hoarse at the end of a work they admire and imagine as they do so that they are discharging a duty. But demonstrations of this kind do not oblige them to clarify the nature of their admiration and of this they remain in ignorance. Meanwhile, like a stream which can find no useful channel, their love of art flows over into their calmest conversations, so that they make wild gestures and grimace and toss their heads whenever they mention the subject. (VI:293)
It is just such a rich series of sentences and I have yet to "untangle" all of it. And, by that, I mean, I have written ten pages of material and it still perplexes me -- maybe it is time for math or something to really get my head wrapped around it.
This is getting silly, but here's another good one. Naruto invaginates this phallic tree. Talk about inversions!
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That is an amazing series of images. Yeah, but we did laugh a lot in Proust...your title caught me off-guard. I was thinking about Proust today as I sat in the dentist-chair. I'm still working through that one quotation; actually, I am going to quote it at length:
ReplyDeleteAnd how many art-lovers stop there, without extracting anything from their impression, so that they grow old useless and unsatisfied, like celibates of Art! They suffer, but their sufferings, like the sufferings of virgins and of lazy people, are of a kind that fecundity or work would cure. They get more excited about works of art than real artists, because for them their excitement is not the object of a laborious and inward-directed study but a force which bursts outwards, which heats their conversations and empurples their cheeks; at concerts they will shout ‘Bravo, bravo’ till they are hoarse at the end of a work they admire and imagine as they do so that they are discharging a duty. But demonstrations of this kind do not oblige them to clarify the nature of their admiration and of this they remain in ignorance. Meanwhile, like a stream which can find no useful channel, their love of art flows over into their calmest conversations, so that they make wild gestures and grimace and toss their heads whenever they mention the subject. (VI:293)
It is just such a rich series of sentences and I have yet to "untangle" all of it. And, by that, I mean, I have written ten pages of material and it still perplexes me -- maybe it is time for math or something to really get my head wrapped around it.