Tuesday, October 2, 2007

quote du jour

i spoke of the uselessness of art
but added nothing truthful
about its consolations.
the solace of such work as i do
with brain and heart lies in this-
that only there, in the silences of the
painter or the writer can reality be
reordered, reworked and made to show its
significant side.
our common actions in reality are simply
the sackcloth covering which hides the
cloth-of-gold--
the meaning of the pattern.
for us artists there waits the
joyous compromise
through art with all that wounded or defeated us
in daily life; in this way, not to
evade destiny, as the ordinary people
try to do, but to fulfill it
in its true potential--
the imagination.
--lawrence durrell