We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides.
Junichiro TanizakiRead
Whenever I sit with a bowl of soup before me, listening to the murmur that penetrates like the distant song of an insect, lost in contemplation of the flavours to come, I feel as if I were being drawn into a trance.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the deep contemplation and sensory experience associated with enjoying a bowl of soup.
In this quote, Junichiro Tanizaki expresses how the simple act of sitting with a bowl of soup transforms into a meditative experience. The myriad of flavors and soothing sounds create a trance-like state, highlighting the beauty found in everyday rituals and the importance of savoring life's simple pleasures.
In practice
During a dinner party where we discuss the joys of cooking.
We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides.
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.
It is a process of discovery. It's being quiet enough and undisturbed enough for a period of time so that the songs can begin to sort of peek out, and you begin to have emotional experiences in a musical way.
The writer who refuses to explore the darker regions of the heart will never be able to write convincingly about the wonder, the magic and the joy of love for just as goodness cannot be trusted unless it has breathed the same air as evil.
The film medium is some sort of magic. I think also it's a magic that every frame comes and stands still for a fraction of a second and then it darkens. A half part of the time when you see a picture you sit in complete darkness. Isn't that fascinating? That is magic.
When I sang my American folk melodies in Budapest, Prague, Tiflis, Moscow, Oslo, or the Hebrides or on the Spanish front, the people understood and wept or rejoiced with the spirit of the songs. I found that where forces have been the same, whether people weave, build, pick cotton, or dig in the mine, they understand each other in the common language of work, suffering, and protest.
Art is two things: a search for a road and a search for freedom.
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