The Spirit and Substance of ArtF. S. Crofts & Company, 1926 - 432 strani |
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Stran 10
... imaginative art is constantly overstep- ping the bounds of formal beauty . At its best it is satis- fying ; and it is this quality Rodin has in mind when he uses " beautiful " in the broad sense . Aesthetics would be the gainer , and ...
... imaginative art is constantly overstep- ping the bounds of formal beauty . At its best it is satis- fying ; and it is this quality Rodin has in mind when he uses " beautiful " in the broad sense . Aesthetics would be the gainer , and ...
Stran 36
... imaginative life of its own , analyze it , and show the useful as the original determinant in its forms and estimates ? The attempt has been made repeat- edly . Berkeley and Alison have tried to show that what is called beautiful is in ...
... imaginative life of its own , analyze it , and show the useful as the original determinant in its forms and estimates ? The attempt has been made repeat- edly . Berkeley and Alison have tried to show that what is called beautiful is in ...
Stran 44
... imaginative strain is present in sculpture and painting . Acquaintance with the material of myth , folk - tale , and legend , with masks that distort rather than imitate , and with fantastic creations in the drawings of Eskimo and ...
... imaginative strain is present in sculpture and painting . Acquaintance with the material of myth , folk - tale , and legend , with masks that distort rather than imitate , and with fantastic creations in the drawings of Eskimo and ...
Stran 45
... of men confront me with a stolid immobility . I break into this , shift them about , and use them as material for the expression of my initiative , my skill , my imaginative weaving of patterns of attack or THE ORIGINS OF ART 45.
... of men confront me with a stolid immobility . I break into this , shift them about , and use them as material for the expression of my initiative , my skill , my imaginative weaving of patterns of attack or THE ORIGINS OF ART 45.
Stran 46
Louis William Flaccus. skill , my imaginative weaving of patterns of attack or defence . Any position which arises during the game is felt by me , not as something immobile and strange , but as tensing and relaxing purposes of mine as ...
Louis William Flaccus. skill , my imaginative weaving of patterns of attack or defence . Any position which arises during the game is felt by me , not as something immobile and strange , but as tensing and relaxing purposes of mine as ...
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Aeschylus aesthetic aesthetic types aesthetician aims appears architecture Banister Fletcher beauty become body called Cézanne character color comedy comic complex consciousness contrast creative cubist dance decorative drama effects emotional enjoy enjoyment Erewhon experience expression expressionism expressionistic Falstaff Fauvism feeling force gained give Greek harmony Hegel human ideal imaginative impression impulses individual intensity interest interpretation Laocoon laughter light lines mark mass material means mechanical melody ment method mood moral motor movement nature objects organization Othello painter painting patterns phantasy picture play playful pleasing pleasure poem poet poetry problems program music psychic Psychology of Beauty pure pure moods purpose Rabelais reading relation response reveals rhythm rhythmic Rodin romanticism Sappho scheme sculpture seeks self-expression sense sensuous shade shaping shows simple Sketch social space spirit sublime sympathetic technique theory things tion tive tragedy tragic ture unity Vachel Lindsay values verse vision visual
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Stran 180 - For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is no longer in him: when he has not attained to this state, he is powerless and is unable to utter his oracles.
Stran 165 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Stran 169 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored...
Stran 167 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Stran 168 - The moving waters at their priest-like task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors :— No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Stran 180 - For all good poets, epic as well as lyric, compose their beautiful poems not by art, but because they are inspired and possessed. And as the Corybantian revellers when they dance are not in their right mind, so the lyric poets are not in their right mind when they are composing their beautiful strains: but when falling under the power of music and metre they are inspired and possessed...
Stran 302 - We have shown that the pleasure of wit originates from an economy of expenditure in inhibition, of the comic from an economy of expenditure in thought, and of humor from an economy of expenditure in feeling.
Stran 186 - It lies in heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge.
Stran 180 - God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike. Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together. Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders. Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.
Stran 174 - Oread WHIRL UP, sea — whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us, cover us with your pools of fir.