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A theory on art

The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde
The Preface
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. 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.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.

No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. 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. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

Thank you Mr. Wilde I think this is a excellent view of art. I am currently reading this if anyone has any thought or opinions on it plaese feel free to discuss them with me!

Metalic Ooze and Severed Shrunken Heads

Yeah, todays like today are AWSOME!!!!
My day was fine wasn't bad or spectacular, did get out of gym though(yay for cancelled class). Until, I went shopping with Elsa and Lisa. It was kind-a planned and to be honest I thought I wasn't gonna go at first, but when Elsa called I thought, well why not? (the only reason not to go is b/c I have several chapters of Moby Dick to read, but hey I can do that tonight and when I am off 1st tommorow. Senoir-ists? me? nnnnooooo) So she pulls up and I hop in (just thought I would add that we had some of the classic No Dout singles playing, very good driving music. We went to Party City where we proceeded to have a most excellent time! Running around, kicking balls, trying on werid hats, reading birthday cards(I spent mabey a good 1/2 hour or so doing that), and causing general mischif and distruction all while reciveing strange while bemused looks from employees. I got super cool metalic ooze stuff(which I never got as a kid so I made Elsa buy it for my birthday, oddist stuff ever. Feels liquid-y but is solid-ish and is not wet.)and the best thing of all....a severed shrunken head(which I plan on rapping up in a box and giving it to my english teacher, b/c I am sure he will find it amusing expecially since we're reading Moby dick and there is a character who sells heads. I am giving it to him to replace the stuffed animal that hangs from his moniter, for the duration of Moby Dick atleast, plus it makes his room more mannly). Elsa and Lisa bought a bunch of props/costumes for their children theater shows. The most superior of these items being Elsa's bow and sucktion cup arrow. We had much fun with that.(more to come later in the story).
Afterwards we went to the 99 cents store, which was fun, but not nearly as much so as Party City. And then off to grab pizza ( Elsa bought b/c I spent all the money I had on me on the head-only $5's). Then it was off to more fun with the bow. We harrassed Sarah at work, by shooting the bow and arrow around in the store, made friends with her boss who we ended up talking to more then with Sarah ironically although we did hang out with her for quite some time. And now I must rush to finish for I must fly to dance! But *sigh* It has been quite a wonderful day!
I really, really, really don't want to write my economics paper. So I will write about my inpending doom instead. Friday is my road test. I think I'll do okay, but after failing the first time the confidence is serverly lacking. Not to mention I took drivers ed about half a year ago, so all the specific rules/ details are kind-a gone. I hope this is last minuet jitters or something. I seemed to lack them last time, that was until the instructor had silently got into the drivers seat next to me, didn't even look at me just started scribbling on her clip board (she was nice though). And all I could think was-------.
That happens to me a lot, there are moments when someone to me says what where you thinking, and I can just stare stupidly back because honestly there wasn't much going on (not pertaining to just driving, I got better and force my self to think.)
Honestly though, I just kinda freeze up and blank out, that or I do the "over analizing" thing. Thats one of the worst things about driving with my Mom. I love the women, really I do. But no one else could make me secound guess myself more while driving then she could. Little arm movements I catch out of the corner of my eye. I was turning (and I must admitt one of my big problems driving is judgeing distance and time) and I thought if I went fast and stuck with my guns, I would have plenty of time to make the turn without a problem. Then out of the corner of my eye I see my Mom's hand spaz. Implication: I don't have enough time now, and I better do something quick to fix it. That secound guess made me hesitate, swurving the car and speeding through the turn. Making it, but barly befor the bus(yes it was a bus) drove pass. At the hesitation/swurve I hear my Mom say "Oh My God!" I know, yes hesitations like that can mean the diffrence between fine and a very expensive "ops" or even death(to be a little dramatic-even though its true). But then comes the "Liz what where you thinking!" *sigh*
Blah, I just wish driving was easier. I am so inconsistant, one day fine the next bad-ish. I feel like I try and it doesn't get me any where. How can you fix something when you don't know what exsactly is broken?
Then whenever I do something that mabey lacks common sense (This unfortunatly I have a bad habit of doing. Often times this too is followed with a "what are you think?" But how on earth does one LEARN common sense(It's somehting you just know, how can it be taught to you???). I get the " I don't know if I'll feel okay with letting you go off to colledge on your own" To this I feel well too bad, because I am gonna go. I HAVE to go. Just to prove that I can do it my self. Not to anyone just to me, because secretly I dout my self to. I do worry I'll fail. But then I remind my self to have faith, I will be fine and I CAN do it. God I sound like one of those little kids who constantly insists that they can tie their own shoes. Even if it ends up being a crasy tangle of laces, I'll get it eventually.

CWPost rocks

I am accepted to college! Someone wants me and if no one else wants me there is atleast there is ONE college that does!!!!!!


The Cat Who Wished To Be A Man -Alexsander

I am officially content with my life. Even thought there's still a lot of stuff I need to do, and days to live; I am having a moment of satisfaction. Nothing greatly significant. Just sitting at my computer listening to my brothers i-pod with cool head phones, full from the grill cheese sandwich(with ketchup) and potato soup, and I feel utterly content. I wish I could spread my mood to others. Its nice to feel this way.
I was napping at my sisters field hockey game, I was supposed to be reading A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man. But conditions dictated other wise, being curled up in the drivers side of the car the seat set back and the sun shinning on me, was simply irresistible. Now I am feeling more a awake, and probably should be doing something productive. Ah everything is coming back to work, thankfully nothing to strenuous hw wise, but I need to put together my art portfolio for tomorrow.
In English class today we were discussing the nature of art, it was so interesting. I would have liked to stay in the class all day. It kept being brought up how most "true" artists are considered ahead of there time. I was thinking about that and it doesn't really make sense. It is THEIR time, who says they are a head. It seems to me more like society is behind. And it's so stupid, that society is always so resistant to good new ideas, when it opens to fast pack change that isn't always nesccary. Sometimes I feel like some deep breaths are need and a slower stroll could be used. So many small things are over looked. Some thing as simple as walking threw some form of nature(what ever floats your boat, beach, forest, fields, take your pic.)is need to remind us of the beauty that exists. It's so easy to get caught up in the rush of things. But there always are counter points, Stop and smell the roses, but if you stop to long a bee could sting you (the saying goes something like that, I don't remember exactly). I Balance is needed in life, but wouldn't it be nice for once if you didn't have to worry about the bees? Or what ever else the effect will be?

How do they know that????

Your name of Elizabeth gives you a very idealistic but passive outlook on life. You desire culture and all the refinements of life but you are inclined to live in your dreams. Although you would like to do many things, procrastination undermines your accomplishment and success in life. You do not like to create issues and will do anything to avoid a conflict. Making decisions is difficult for you without the support and approval of others. This name gives you a very sensitive nature, making you feel much that you do not understand. Your feelings are easily hurt, at which times you are inclined to withdraw and become uncommunicative. Although you desire the friendship and association of others, you find it difficult to express your thoughts through the spoken word, and others find you hard to get to know. It is much more natural for you to express your deeper thoughts in writing. Inner tension can deplete your physical vitality. You are inclined to indulge in rich foods that lack proper nourishment. The physical weaknesses due to this name centre in the heart and respiratory organs, and in the fluid functions.

Not exsactlly me, but it is preety darn scarry how close they came. Thanks For the site Ray (I followed it off the one you used).

Fallen Angels

By Myers, I like his YA stuff.
Yep, so b/c of a lost drivers license, I went to Firdays. Wasn't what I had planed on doing, but motserella cheese sticks, some bread stick and cheese foundu, and a cinnamon bun cheese cake (senceing a pattern here....I am)helped dry the tears. And haveing all the concieriges guys hitting on Elsa and I helped a little too. But Blah.
Yes Sarah, I called him if your wondering: going to the Grind at 8. Haha, you guys should just show up.
Can't wait for next weekend, seroiusly, might have to do a weekday visit.
Gotta go set the table.
Love, you all know how you are
Blah seems to be the word I use a lot online when I don't know what to say or what a direct feeling is. I don't know why. Some times I feel that when you finally get something you want, you like it but you just don't really want it any more. Or a least you don't want things that go a long with it. Random, I know bout thats how I feel right now.
I still want a pet, or something with soft fur to cuddel with. I don't really wanna dump a pet on my parents though, what w/ me leaving off to colledge (if I do stay on the island, or in the city, I wouldn't feel so bad though).
I want super powers, I just wouldn't be able to decide what I want (not that I can make decisions in real life though...). Flying would be awsome, something I'd always wanted to do. Even though they'd get in the way, I'd still want wings. Wings are cool. Thats probably number one. But I'd really like to talk with animals, or even be just insanly good with weapons (I wouldn't want to actually hurt anyone, so that would get in the way if that was my power). Reading others thoughts, or being able to call fire, water, air, or earth (I'd love to be able to grow things, it'd be like in Fern Gully!) would be AWSOME! Blah, I am indecisive...
I need to shower, b/c I don't want to have to take 2 showers tommorrow (one before, and one after work). And its getting late. This was a werid rant sorry to any one who bothered to read it.

All That Remians

That is a really good book by Patricia Cornwell. It's creepy, but good. My cousin gave it to me to read, still haven't finished it. After a certian point of reading murder mysteries/horror thrillers, things become more than they are to your imagination. I was camping and it was a really windy night. All my older girl cousins and I share a tent. I got the end. So anyway, it was really windy out. I woke up in the middle of the night, when I say windy, I mean it, our tent walls were swaying in over my head. And the tent we were in had a bunch of zippers, so it made a lot of noise. I swear to you my brain was thoroughly convinced that there was some one circling our tent. And I could just see the hand with the knife shredding though the tent towards me. It was unbelievablly scary, normally when this stuff happens, I can reason out that it's of course not true and I will still be scared, but I still know it's not real b/c there really isn't a threat. This time was different, no amount of reasoning helped me, I was terrified. And that Dane Cook joke was in my head about how he'd rather be shot b/c you can see the knife stab you and come back again. Most jokes are based on some sorta truth, and this joke only made my terror worse.
That's one of my major problems, and gifts. I have an over active imagination. I can see a story,or more like a ballet shaping it's self if I got to listen to an orchestra, or I can imagine the worst creatures lurking around my basement or following me at night. I don't know if I would want to trade it out of my life though, its very important to me. It can be my escape mechanism, I just hate when I get gripped with fear by it.


I am going camping. It will be fun, I can't wait. Family party Whoo!!!