G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”

H. P. Lovecraft: "What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!"

Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”

Werner Herzog: “We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution.”

John Gray: "Unlike Schopenhauer, who lamented the human lot, Leopardi believed that the best response to life is laughter. What fascinated Schopenhauer, along with many later writers, was Leopardi’s insistence that illusion is necessary to human happiness."

Justin E.H. Smith: “One should of course take seriously serious efforts to improve society. But when these efforts fail, in whole or in part, it is only humor that offers redemption. So far, human expectations have always been strained, and have always come, give or take a bit, to nothing. In this respect reality itself has the form of a joke, and humor the force of truth.”

विलास सारंग: "… . . 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

अरसिक किती हा मॅने, हा पोर्ट्रेट फाडून पडून राहिला...Edouard Manet Slashes His Picture by Degas


लक्ष्मीबाई टिळक:
"...कविता केली म्हणजे त्याची पहिली श्रोती मी. मी इकडे कामदारणीला सांगत असले किंवा कोणाशी काही बोलत असले म्हणजे तर त्याची कविता वाचून दाखविण्याची घाई व्हायची, आणि माझे दुर्लक्ष आहेसे दिसले म्हणजे त्याने ती कविता रागाने फाडून टाकायची. मग दत्तू-बेबीने त्याला चिडवायचे,

- "अरसिक किती हा मेला
हा कविता फाडून बाहिर गेला"-

मग त्याने हसायचे व पुन्हा ती लिहून काढायची. ठोंबऱ्याला कविता फाडण्याचा बराच नाद असावा..."

 (पृष्ठ: २८४, 'स्मृतिचित्रे', १९३४/२०००, वरदा प्रकाशन)

[ठोंबऱ्या= त्र्यंबक बापूजी ठोंबरे= बालकवी, १८९०-१९१८]

Portrait of Edouard Manet and his wife Suzanne

Artist: Edgar Degas


Alastair Smart, The Spectator, October 15 2016, review of Sebastian Smee's 'The Art of Rivalry: Four Friendships, Betrayals and Breakthroughs in Modern Art':
"...When the old curmudgeon Edgar Degas died in 1917, a stunning trove of works by Edouard Manet — eight paintings, 14 drawings and 60 prints — was discovered in his studio. There, too, was a portrait of Manet and his wife Suzanne, painted by Degas 50 years earlier. But its right-hand third was missing — which included half of Suzanne’s body and all of the piano she was playing. For some reason, Manet had put a knife through the canvas and sent Degas packing with what remained...

...Artistic inspiration is notoriously tricky to pinpoint. What’s more, in this case we’re dealing with eight of the most brilliantly outlandish individuals in art history. They’re surely the last people whose behaviour and feats we should be trying to explain by way of a pattern.

Heaven only knows what prompted Manet to slash that picture of him by Degas — or, for that matter, why Degas decided to keep it."


In India, of course, we are used to seeing some of the greatest art mutilated by either humans or the passage of time or that has been abandoned midway and I have learned to find great beauty in them.

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