Sunday, December 31, 2017
Chesterton: "Very Big Ideas in Very Small Spaces"
On art and limitation and "very big ideas in very small spaces":
"Meanwhile the philosophy of toy theatres is worth any one's consideration. All the essential morals which modern men need to learn could be deduced from this toy. Artistically considered, it reminds us of the main principle of art, the principle which is in most danger of being forgotten in our time. I mean the fact that art consists of limitation; the fact that art is limitation. Art does not consist in expanding things. Art consists of cutting things down, as I cut down with a pair of scissors my very ugly figures of St. George and the Dragon. Plato, who liked definite ideas, would like my cardboard dragon; for though the creature has few other artistic merits he is at least dragonish. The modern philosopher, who likes infinity, is quite welcome to a sheet of the plain cardboard. . . . .
"This especially is true of the toy theatre; that, by reducing the scale of events it can introduce much larger events. Because it is small it could easily represent the earthquake in Jamaica. Because it is small it could easily represent the Day of Judgment. Exactly in so far as it is limited, so far it could play easily with falling cities or with falling stars. Meanwhile the big theatres are obliged to be economical because they are big. When we have understood this fact we shall have understood something of the reason why the world has always been first inspired by small nationalities. The vast Greek philosophy could fit easier into the small city of Athens than into the immense Empire of Persia. In the narrow streets of Florence Dante felt that there was room for Purgatory and Heaven and Hell. He would have been stifled by the British Empire. Great empires are necessarily prosaic; for it is beyond human power to act a great poem upon so great a scale. You can only represent very big ideas in very small spaces. My toy theatre is as philosophical as the drama of Athens."
--G.K. Chesterton,
--from his essay "The Toy Theatre" from Tremendous Trifles
Labels:
Art,
Chesterton,
Creativity,
Drama,
Essays,
Limitation,
Muse,
Reflection,
Tragedy,
Transformation,
Vision
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Waiting for Gadot
Soldate clay;
gray/green glaze:
8/10/15
If you've read my blog, you know I have a soft spot for frogs.
(I also appreciate a certain wonderful heroic character.)
gray/green glaze:
8/10/15
If you've read my blog, you know I have a soft spot for frogs.
(I also appreciate a certain wonderful heroic character.)
Labels:
Clay,
Feelings,
Friendship,
Frog,
Fun,
Gal Gadot,
Guides,
Hello,
Kiss,
Magic,
Prince,
Sculpture,
Smile,
Transformation,
Wonderwoman
Sunday, December 17, 2017
"Lay On, Macduff"
I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet
And to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
And thou opposed being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body,
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
Shakespeare's Macbeth, 5.8.3334
Macbeth's final lines, though not his final appearance in the play . . . .
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Hubris, Desired
"Resolve me of all ambiguities."
--Marlowe's "Dr. Faustus"
--a line I had pinned to my bedroom door, so that I would see it each day upon waking and exiting, in undergraduate days.
Labels:
Ambiguity,
Ambition,
Hubris,
Marlowe,
Muse,
Poetry,
Resolution,
Undergraduate,
Youth
Friday, December 15, 2017
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Comfort Reading Since 1982
Martha Grimes'
The Old Fox Deceiv'd.
Classic English mystery penned by American writer:
still counts, still delivers the goods.
Richard Jury, Melrose Plant, Wiggins--
A cast I find so much fun.
"Why Should I Envy Such Freedom"
PENELOPE'S STUBBORNNESS
A bird comes to the window. It's a mistake
to think of them
as birds, they are so often
messengers. That is why, once they
plummet to the sill, they sit
so perfectly still, to mock
patience, lifting their heads to sing
poor lady, poor lady, their three-note
warning, later flying
like a dark cloud from the sill to the olive grove.
But who would send such a weightless being
to judge my life? My thoughts are deep
and my memory long; why would I envy such freedom
when I have humanity? Those
with the smallest hearts
have the greatest freedom.
--Louise Gluck
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Saturday, December 2, 2017
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