Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive.
Joyce Carol OatesRead
Was it confusing because it was artistic, or artistic because it was confusing?
Interpretation
The quote questions the relationship between confusion and artistic expression.
Joyce Carol Oates' quote prompts us to ponder whether the perplexity found in certain art forms is a result of their artistic nature or if the artistry is born from the confusion itself. It suggests an intrinsic link between these two concepts, challenging the audience to reflect on how they perceive and interpret creativity.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a discussion about modern art and its abstract forms.
Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive.
I never really knew I wanted to 'be' a writer, but I was always writing from a very young age. It became more conscious as an ideal when I was in my twenties.
I'm drawn to write about upstate New York in the way in which a dreamer might have recurring dreams. My childhood and girlhood were spent in upstate New York, in the country north of Buffalo and West of Rochester. So this part of New York state is very familiar to me and, with its economic difficulties, has become emblematic of much of American life.
My writing is often a way of 'bearing witness' for others who lack the education and the opportunity to tell their own stories, so I hope that my writing won't be affected too much by my personal life.
The worst cynicism: a belief in luck.
. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful.
When I'm about to train a new opera, I first listen to how Jussi Björling did it. His voice was unique and it's his path that I want to follow. I would more than anything else wish that people compared me with Jussi Björling. It's like so I'm striving to sing.
I have to write and play. If I became an electrician tomorrow, I'd still come home at night and write songs.
When you publish a book, it's the world's book. The world edits it.
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
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 animator is really an actor performing in slow motion, living the character a drawing at a time.
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