O.Wilde, Preface to 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. (...)
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all. (...)

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. (...)
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself...


O. Wilde (1854-1900),
Preface to 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'


Thursday, September 08, 2011

Bliss, K. Mansfield


Kathleen Mansfield
Beauchamp Murry

1888, Wellington, New Zealand
1923, Fontainebleau, France

Prominent modernist writer of short fiction

Bliss

… What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss – absolute bliss! – as though you’d suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe?...
Oh, is there no way you can express it without being ‘drunk and disorderly’? How idiotic civilisation is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?...

It was dusky in the dining-room and quite chilly. But all the same Bertha threw off her coat; she could not bear the tight clasp of it another moment, and the cold air fell on her arms.
But in her bosom there was still that bright glowing place – that shower of little sparks coming from it. It was almost unbearable. She hardly dared to breathe for fear of fanning it higher, and yet she breathed deeply, deeply. She hardly dared to look into the cold mirror – but she did look, and it gave her back a woman, radiant, with smiling, trembling lips,, with big, dark eyes and an air of listening, waiting for something… divine to happen… that she knew must happen… infallibly…

Oh, why did she feel so tender towards the whole world tonight? Everything was good – was right.  All that happened seemed to fill again her brimming cup of bliss…

For the first time in her life Bertha Young desired her husband.
Oh, she’d love him – she’d been in love with him, of course, in every other way, but just not in that way. And, equally, of course, she’d understood that he was different. They’d discuss it so often. It had worried her dreadfully at first to find that she was so cold, but after a time it had not seemed to matter. They were so frank to each other – such good pals. That was the best of being modern.
But now ardently! Ardently! The word ached in her ardent body! Was this what that feeling of bliss had been leading up to? But then, then - …


Actress Kate Elliott,
in 2011 she starred as Katherine Mansfield
in tele-movie Bliss

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