Showing posts with label Rebecca West. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rebecca West. Show all posts

Saturday, November 30, 2024

Quote of the Day (Rebecca West, on Art as a Way to ‘Cultivate Annoyance With Inessentials’)

“For only through art can we cultivate annoyance with inessentials, powerful and exasperated reactions against ugliness, a ravenous beauty; and these are the true guardians of the soul.” —British novelist, biographer, journalist and critic Rebecca West (1892-1983), “The Duty of Harsh Criticism,” The New Republic, November 7, 1915

(Photograph of Rebecca West by Madame Yevonde.)

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Quote of the Day (Rebecca West, on the Power of the Mind)

“The mind must walk proudly and always armed, that it shall not be robbed of its power.” —British novelist, biographer, journalist and critic Rebecca West (1892-1983) quoted in Harold Orel and Natalie Martin, The Literary Achievement of Rebecca West (1985)

(Photograph of Rebecca West by Madame Yevonde.)

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Quote of the Day (Rebecca West, on Art as the ‘Re-living of Experience')


“What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience. The artist says ‘I will make that event happen again, altering its shape, which was disfigured by its contacts with other events, so that its true significance is revealed’; and his audiences says, ‘We will let that event happen again by looking at this man’s picture or house, listening to his music or reading his book.’ It must not be copied, it must be remembered, it must be lived again, passing through those parts of the mind which are actively engaged in life, which bleed when they are wounded and give forth the bland emulsions of joy, while at the same time it is being examined by those parts of the mind which stand apart from life. At the end of this process the roots of experience are traced; the alchemy by which they make a flower of joy or pain is, so far as is possible to our brutishness, detected. What is understood is mastered. If art could investigate all experiences then man would understand the whole of life, and could control his destiny....

“But such deliverance will not come soon, for art is a most uncertain instrument.”-- Rebecca West, Black Lamb and Grey Falcon (1941)

(Photograph of Rebecca West by Madame Yevonde.)