I went to a poetry reading tonight: Just wow—the human voice and all the experience contained therein expressed openly, asking for no safety—trusting the made thing that is the poem.
[The 59th Wallace Stevens Poetry Program with Brenda Hillman]
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7.31.2017
sure surrender
It is not possible to understand without surrender. As long as the slightest inclination to criticism remains in the consciousness it is hopeless to do justice to what is strange.
Beauty is not intrinsic in any form—it comes to make that form.
To critics: Write of the quick, as you do of the dead, with the same detachment.
Every aesthetic expression is dynamic and therefore involves distortion.
Too much craft in art ruins the art in the craft.
One can live for years with nothing on outside but a few hours with nothing in inside; that applies to art also.
Art never improves, only changes.
—Margaret Preston, Aphorisms (Art in Australia, LTD, 1929)
Beauty is not intrinsic in any form—it comes to make that form.
To critics: Write of the quick, as you do of the dead, with the same detachment.
Every aesthetic expression is dynamic and therefore involves distortion.
Too much craft in art ruins the art in the craft.
One can live for years with nothing on outside but a few hours with nothing in inside; that applies to art also.
Art never improves, only changes.
—Margaret Preston, Aphorisms (Art in Australia, LTD, 1929)
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