For me, there is a paradox in poetry, which is like the paradox in tragedy. You have the most terrible subject, but it's in a form that is so sensually gratifying that it connects the surviving heart to the despairing intellect.
Tony HarrisonRead
There's a kind of despair about whether art can really do anything, but you have to incorporate that despair into the way you work. I try to soak my work in my sense of futility and fury.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the struggle and emotional turmoil that can inspire an artist to create meaningful work despite feelings of despair.
Tony Harrison reflects on the inherent challenges and doubts artists face regarding the impact of their work. He suggests that embracing feelings of despair, futility, and even rage can fuel the artistic process, encouraging artists to infuse their struggles into their creations to convey deeper meanings and emotions.
In practice
During an art exhibit opening, an artist may share this quote to express the challenges faced in creating impactful work.
For me, there is a paradox in poetry, which is like the paradox in tragedy. You have the most terrible subject, but it's in a form that is so sensually gratifying that it connects the surviving heart to the despairing intellect.
I hate being called poet/dramatist/translator/director. 'Poet' covers it all for me.
Theatre has to be theatrical. It has to draw attention to itself, like poetry.
Composing gives me great pleasure... there is nothing that surpasses the joy of creation, if only because through it one wins hours of self-forgetfulness, when one lives in a world of sound.
I'm not sure I would have ever started to draw, let alone write, if my childhood hadn't been so happy. It was a mixture of comfort and adventure. An excellent mixture!
I hope that I can make good music out of whatever genre I go into. Just to prove to myself that I can.
The arts make vivid the fact that words do not, in their literal form or number, exhaust what we can know. The limits of our language do not define the limits of our cognition.
the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.
The magic of the music seems to light the way.
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