We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
William Butler YeatsRead
Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations ... Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone.
Interpretation
Prose is a deeply personal experience meant to evoke unexpressed emotions over time.
This quote by Henry Green suggests that prose is meant for intimate, solitary reading rather than public performance. It emphasizes the gradual emotional impact that prose can have, allowing readers to connect with hidden feelings and eventually experience profound emotional responses, akin to drawing tears from something seemingly unyielding, like stone.
In practice
During a book club discussion, one might say that 'Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers' to highlight the deep connection felt while reading.
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
The photo is a thing in itself. And that's what still photography is all about.
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, _x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the garden when no wind blows, _x000D_ _x000D_ Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; _x000D_ _x000D_ So the old tunes float in my mind, _x000D_ _x000D_ And go from me leaving no trace behind, _x000D_ _x000D_ Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
Every paint-stroke takes you farther and farther away from your initial concept. And you have to be thankful for that.
I never minded giving my opinions. They are just opinions, and I had studied music and I had strong feelings. I was happy for my opinions to join all the other opinions. But you have to be prepared for what comes back, especially if you don't agree with the dominant mythology.
One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.
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