Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
HoraceRead
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that dedication to poetry or art can seem irrational to others.
Horace's quote highlights the fine line between creativity and madness, implying that artists may be perceived as eccentric or irrational due to their obsession with creating poetry. This reflects the deep emotional and psychological commitment that artists often invest in their craft, which might be misunderstood by those who do not share the same passion.
In practice
During a lecture on the relationship between creativity and mental health.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.
Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, _x000D_ but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, _x000D_ to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, _x000D_ and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.
Music must be listened to; it is not enough to hear it. A duck hears also.
I wish you didn't have to design so often. Try to do quality and cut down on quantity. I think fashion is very, very important.
I can't stand directors who try to micro-manage everything. When it happens these days I just walk off set, saying if they don't like the way I'm doing it they can get someone else.
A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.
One does not contemplate it like a picture. The idea of contemplation disappears completely. Simply take note that it's a bottle rack, or that it's a bottle rack that has changed its destination... It's not the visual question of the readymade that counts; it's the fact that it exists, even.
Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writerβs block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe Iβm projecting here.
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