All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
John FowlesRead
Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?
Interpretation
Great art and beauty often stem from intense emotions, including those we may deem negative.
This quote emphasizes that the foundation of beautiful and impactful art, as well as life experiences, frequently arises from powerful emotions like passion, love, and even hatred. It challenges the notion that only positive feelings lead to greatness, suggesting that what we often label as 'nasty' can give rise to profound creative expressions and life forms that reflect the complexity of human experience.
In practice
During a discussion about the impact of emotions on creativity, you could use this quote to illustrate how negative experiences contribute to artistic expression.
All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.
It came to me…that I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment, that what I was feeling at that moment justified all I had been through, because all I had been through was my being there. I was experiencing…a new self-acceptance, a sense that I had to be this mind and this body, its vices and its virtues, and that I had no other chance or choice.
It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.
The cinema, like the detective story, makes it possible to experience without danger all the excitement, passion and desirousness which must be repressed in a humanitarian ordering of life.
What I mean is that none of my talents had a - what's that great word - rubric. A singer, an actor, a dancer - there was nothing I could really say I was. The writing came much later. And, actually, thank God, because if I had said I'm a singer, I would really have just had one thing to do.
Music lives and breathes to tell us who we are and what we face. It is a path between ourselves and the infinite.
Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.
There's no particular class of photograph that I think is any better than any other class. I'm always and forever looking for the image that has spirit! I don't give a damn how it got made.
It is the only point of getting up every morning: to paint, to make something good, to make something even better than before, not to give up, to compete, to be ambitious.
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