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10 thoughts on “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  1. Nathan Nathan says:

    Shut up James you had me at 'moo cow'

  2. Sean Barrs Sean Barrs says:

    “His soul was swooning into some new world fantastic dim uncertain as under sea traversed by cloudy shapes and beings A world a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling trembling and unfolding a breaking light an opening flower it spread in endless succession to itself breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes every flush deeper than the other” Thus awareness is born awareness of oneself as the shackles of society are thrown down Stephen realises that he does not want to be what everyone else has deemed him to be; he wants to be his own man; he wants to embrace his own desires and live the life he wants he wants to be freeAnd who can blame him? It’s his life so he may as well live it a way that will cause him some degree of satisfaction Please note I deliberately avoided the word “happy” because Stephen isn’t happy; he realises that such a state is fickle it will always fade with time So in this process he assesses his own individuality and slowly begins to define his emerging sense of self To invoke a cliché Stephen goes on a journey of self discovery; however the extent of which goes far beyond the typical discourse this is about the soul of his art “What is that beauty which the artist struggles to express” Is this not the entire crux of the work? Stephen struggles and overcomes the fight to be his true self in the confines of Irish society and by extension Joyce struggles to produce his art in the confines of traditional narrative expectation he cannot write his masterpiece by following the rules The beauty he wishes to express will have to take a new form So this becomes a natural precursor to Ulysses I view this novel as an experiment; it is Joyce dipping his toe into the pool of experimental realism before he dives in head first with his next work He plays with his writing; he tests it all for the purpose of exploring how far he can push the limits of storytelling he prepares himself and his reader for his next work To call this book autobiographical is to invoke the understatement of the year As Stephen loses his virginity and the binds of social constraints Joyce breaks free of all sense of artistic conformity As Stephen explores his growing sexual appetite without any care for the conventional modes of Catholic morality that imbedded Irish culture Joyce begins to stand up on his own two feet erect and proud; he is ready to throw his writing into the world The artist is born

  3. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    736 A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man James Joyce 1882 1941A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is the first novel by Irish writer James Joyce It traces the religious and intellectual awakening of young Stephen Dedalus a fictional alter ego of Joyce and an allusion to Daedalus the consummate craftsman of Greek mythology Stephen uestions and rebels against the Catholic and Irish conventions under which he has grown culminating in his self exile from Ireland to Europe The work uses techniues that Joyce developed fully in Ulysses 1922 and Finnegans Wake 1939عنوانها «سیمای مرد هنرآفرین در جوانی»؛ «چهره مرد هنرمند در جوانی»؛ «سیمای هنرمند در جوانی»؛ «چهره یک مرد هنرمند در جوانی»؛ اثر جیمز جویس؛ ادبیات ایرلند؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش روز بیست و هشتم ماه ژوئن سال 2009میلادیعنوان سیمای مرد هنرآفرین در جوانی؛ اثر جیمز جویس؛ مترجم پرویز داریوش؛ مشخصات نشر تهران، اساطیر، 1370، در 318ص؛ موضوع سرگذشتنامه، عنوان دیگر سیمای مرد هنرآفرین در جوانی سده 20معنوان چهره مرد هنرمند در جوانی؛ اثر جیمز جویس؛ مترجم منوچهر بدیعی؛ مشخصات نشر تهران، نیلوفر، 1380، در 384ص، شابک 964448095؛ چاپ دوم در 466ص سال 1385؛عنوان سیمای هنرمند در جوانی؛ اثر جیمز جویس؛ مترجم اصغر جویا؛ مشخصات نشر آبادان، نشر پرسش، 1381، در 263ص؛ شابک 9646629717؛عنوان چهره یک مرد هنرمند در جوانی؛ اثر جیمز جویس؛ مترجم امیر علیجانپور؛ مشخصات نشر تهران، آوای مکتوب، 1394، در 288ص؛ شابک 9786007364093؛این داستان، ماجراهای پسری را، از دو سالگی، تا بیست سالگی، بیان می‌کند، بسیار پیچیده است، و در آن، به مسائلی از «ایرلند»، «انسان»، «کودک»، «ترس» و «خدا»، پرداخته شده است؛ ناقدان آثار یا همان طوطیان شیرین گفتار پیشین، بر این باور هستند، که این داستان، مقدمه ای بر داستان «اولیس»، شاهکار «جیمز جویس» نیز هست؛ این اثر، به‌ نوعی، خودزندگی‌نامه ی «جیمز جویس» هم هست؛ نویسنده، روایت رمان را، که توسط سوم شخص مفرد، بیان شده، با ذهنیات «استیون ددالوس»، در هم آمیخته، و خوانشگر، در بخشهایی از رمان، با این ادغام «روایت»، و «ذهنیت»، روبرو می‌شود؛ نویسنده به تلاش، و نوسانات روحی «ددالوس»، برای پیروزی روحش، بر عوامل منفی دوروبری های خویش از جمله بر رفتار نامناسب برخی از آموزگاران، و خشونتی که بین پسرهای مدرسه، رواج دارد نیز پرداخته‌ است؛ «جویس» در شخصیت اصلی رمان، یعنی «استفان ددالوس»، «تردید» و «آشفتگی»، و «پوچ‌گرایی نسل نو» را هم، به خوانشگرش نشان داده‌ است؛ نگارنده، از تلمیح اشاره به قصه یا شعر هم سود برده، و با استفاده از متن کتاب مقدس، صحنه های «مرگ» و «قیامت» را نیز، در این رمان بنگاشته استتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 27061399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

  4. Kenny Kenny says:

    “I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it calls itself my home my fatherland or my church and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use silence exile and cunning” A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man James JoyceThis novel this fucking brilliant novel I don't even know where to start once I was awed by James Joyce James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man starts with the buoyancy simplicity and purity of a tale told to a young boy and ends on a note that is tentative apprehensive and off kilter Between the two points we meet our hero Stephen Dedalus as he navigates the snares of ethnicity Catholicism nationalism and clan as they attempt to trap his poet’s soul and destroy Stephen's beautiful dreamsJoyce’s 1916 novel is a cornerstone of literary modernism Upon reading the final words it’s easy to see how Joyce upended the literary world with A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Every page drips with brilliance The story tells the tale of young Stephen Dedalus Joyce’s alter ego as we follow him along his path to personal and artistic growth This prose is extremely modern for 1916 The character’s thoughts feelings and reactions are portrayed in a continuous flow and interrupt the linear plot of events and dialogue in the tale of Stephen's life The story starts with the young Stephen reciting a nursery rhyme about a moo cowOne of the most brilliant traits of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is evolving with Stephen as the tale develops not just chronologically and philosophically but also on a narrative and linguistic level Young Stephen is deeply impacted by the Jesuits and the education he receives from them Stephen grows to become a complex and deeply reflective young man who fiercely confronts challenging theoretical encounters about art sex language religion and nationality As the story matures so too does Stephen’s intellectual development which expresses itself in his developing vocabulary and grammatical style throughout his stream of consciousness monologues As Stephen’s tale unfolds his language becomes poetic especially after his rejection of religionI can relate to Stephen on so many levels most notably a spiritually regarding his early relationship with the church and God I was as devout and God fearing as was the young Stephen and like the young Stephen I had my break with the church and when it was final it was final Like Stephen I had trouble sleeping I could not escape my fear of death and hell Chapter III one of the most brilliant pieces of writing I have ever read features a long sermon about the infinite suffering inherent to hell delivered by a Jesuit who scares the bejesus out of our young heroFinally I believe Stephen to be the most relateable character Joyce has ever created He is written perfectly the artist Stephen is developed brilliantly In the end Stephen overcomes every powerful influence that tries to claim his soul as he becomes the artist he was born to be He abandons all he was anchored to family country and church to pursue his personal illumination Stephen is brave strong and determined to reach the artistic heights he has set for himself My only regret is that I hadn’t read this in my teens as I find Stephen to be extremely inspirational Taking this journey with Stephen can help the reader uncover something wonderful about who they are and that is what makes this novel a modern masterpiece

  5. Rakhi Dalal Rakhi Dalal says:

    Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes”And he sets his mind to unknown arts Ovid MetamorphosesThe above mentioned uote from Ovid which appears at the start of the work best describes the conclusion of a journey of an artist through his self trying to come up with things that matter most while still trying to discern his place in this world I still remember the day when as a teenager ready to explore the world around me I once looked up in the sky which was sunny and inspiring and said “I wish I could fly so high in the sky that it could take me in its arms” That was a wishful fancy My class group laughed at me one even expressing her contempt at such a childish sham That was a moment of revelation for me a moment when I realized how important it was to set one’s mind free I was disheartened because it became apparent that they were not receptive not receptive to life itself The reading of “A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man” made me remember that instant; that instant which I recall as one of the most memorable moments of my life This work by Joyce has taken me down a memory lane like Proust did but unlike Proust it has made me remember and define those moments which have considerably influenced my thoughts and ideas Those moments which have over a time asked me to break away from the well accepted conventions if not to live the life of an artist but then to be a being that is conscious and hence livingThis work which is considered to be semi autobiographical captures the mind of Stephen Dedalus effectively and renders the “Portrait” strikingly without any transition As Langdon Hammer in the introduction said “Over its decade long composition the creator of Portrait refined almost out of existence a key device of novelistic convention the narrator” This comes from the theory; Joyce gives at the end of the work “The personality of the Artist at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then a fluid and lambent narrative finally refines itself out of existence impersonalises itself so to speak The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination The artist like the God of the creation remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork invisible refined out of existence indifferent paring his fingernails” So what we get as a result is the revelation of characters’ inner stream of thoughts without us going through the narrative translation This style of stream of consciousness as employed by the author has made me a Joyce fan I was astonished to behold the expressions of Stephen his thoughts his anxiety his moment of epiphany It wasn’t as he experienced them; it was like I myself was going through those moments of reflection Specifically where he uestioned his faith and religion his duties and responsibilities as a Christian so when offered an entrance into the service of altar Starting from his childhood there were many beautiful expressions which reflected the development of his consciousness; the expressions which held you captive for their simple representation But the most enrapturing ones came toward the end of the work when Stephen attained a rational approach I am only going to uote a couple of my favorites “His throat ached with a desire to cry aloud the cry of a hawk or eagle on high to cry piercingly of his deliverance to the winds This was the call of life to his soul not the dull gross voice of the world of duties and despair not the inhuman voice that had called him to the pale service of the altar An instant of wild flight had delivered him and the cry of triumph which his lips withheld cleft his brain”His moment of epiphany “Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call To live to err to fall to triumph to recreate life out of life A wild angel had appeared to him the angel of mortal youth and beauty an envoy from the fair courts of life to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all ways of error and glory On and on and on and on” It is here that Stephan comes to acknowledge that it is not a sin to appreciate beauty That it is beautiful to live to err to triumph and to fall even That it is beautiful indeed to be a human being to live in consciousness and to acknowledge yourself for who you are

  6. Anthony Vacca Anthony Vacca says:

    Forget The Perks of Being an Insufferable Wimp; forget the hollow hipster plasticity of Holden Cauliflower and his phony attempts at wry observations on adolescence; forget that clumsy excuse of an experimental storyteller that is Jonathan Safran Foer aka “Meat is Murder” Johnny with his nauseating gee I guess our hearts really are just too big to fit into one sentence after all mentality; forget all that useless bullshit if like me you can pick up James Joyce’s The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man and completely relate with a childhood defined by shyness and subservient silence that with time and guidance is fashioned into an all encompassing fear of divine punishment for being a lowly flesh bound mongrel unworthy of its own creator’s love which in turn precipitates a young adulthood embittered with resentment and characterized by self loathing and drastic vain attempts at appearing creatively intelligent as you hobnob with your college peers those eually fucked in the head fakes that use their given academic setting as a way of feeling validated and important which is a bafflingly absurd denial of the eventual doldrums of disappointment and depression that is living a long life paired with the ability to actually form coherent analytical thoughts that have no real value since they can’t be expressed in any meaningful way since you’ve wisely given up your ivory tower dreams of being the famous musician the beloved artist the acclaimed novelist the sensational poet one of those people whom than a hundred people will ever know or actually care about and remember once he or she finally dies and discovers firsthand if their deepest guilt ridden fear of a snarling reptilian DevilGod orbiting their every thought and action was always true

  7. Michael Finocchiaro Michael Finocchiaro says:

    I read this back in high school and a few times since and it blew my mind The textual maturity grows as Stephen Daedalus grows and it is absolutely captivating The scene where his knuckles are beaten in class thank goodness we have moved beyond corporal punishment in schools for the most part was so real that my hands ached You of course see Stephen Daedalus again in Stephen Hero as well as UlyssesA must read

  8. Meredith Holley Meredith Holley says:

    This book is a very dry written version of the Dead Poet’s Society without Robin Williams I was already grateful to Whoopi Goldberg this week for her reasonable comments about the most recent Sarah Palin ridiculousness so I feel kind of bitter at having to be grateful for the other half of that daring duo I had sworn them as my nemeses – minor nemeses yes of nowhere near the caliber of Charlie Kaufman David Lynch or Harold Bloom but nemeses nonetheless Now I find myself thinking “It’s a good thing Whoopi is on the View Otherwise it might turn into some kind of evil vortex” and “It’s a good thing that Robin Williams was in Dead Poet’s Society otherwise those kids all would have been running around having conversations like I’m reading right now” What type of conversations am I referring to you ask? Here is an example from when Stephen is I believe supposed to be around 12 years old “ And who is the best poet Heron? asked Boland“ Lord Tennyson of course answered Heron“ O yes Lord Tennyson said Nash We have all his poetry at home in a book“At this Stephen forgot the silent vows he had been making and burst out“ Tennyson a poet Why he's only a rhymester“ O get out said Heron Everyone knows that Tennyson is the greatest poet“ And who do you think is the greatest poet? asked Boland nudging his neighbour“ Byron of course answered Stephen“Heron gave the lead and all three joined in a scornful laugh“ What are you laughing at? asked Stephen“ You said Heron Byron the greatest poet He's only a poet for uneducated people“ He must be a fine poet said Boland“ You may keep your mouth shut said Stephen turning on him boldly All you know about poetry is what you wrote up on the slates in the yard and were going to be sent to the loft for“Boland in fact was said to have written on the slates in the yard a couplet about a classmate of his who often rode home from the college on a pony“As Tyson was riding into JerusalemHe fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum“This thrust put the two lieutenants to silence but Heron went on“ In any case Byron was a heretic and immoral too“ I don't care what he was cried Stephen hotly“ You don't care whether he was a heretic or not? said Nash“ What do you know about it? shouted Stephen You never read a line of anything in your life except a trans or Boland either“ I know that Byron was a bad man said Boland“ Here catch hold of this heretic Heron called out In a moment Stephen was a prisoner“ Tate made you buck up the other day Heron went on about the heresy in your essay“ I'll tell him tomorrow said Boland“ Will you? said Stephen You'd be afraid to open your lips“ Afraid?“ Ay Afraid of your life“ Behave yourself cried Heron cutting at Stephen's legs with his cane“It was the signal for their onset Nash pinioned his arms behind while Boland seized a long cabbage stump which was lying in the gutter Struggling and kicking under the cuts of the cane and the blows of the knotty stump Stephen was borne back against a barbed wire fence“ Admit that Byron was no good“ No“ Admit“ No“ Admit“ No No“At last after a fury of plunges he wrenched himself free His tormentors set off towards Jones's Road laughing and jeering at him while he half blinded with tears stumbled on clenching his fists madly and sobbing” Who are these kids? The Grand Inuisitor? I don’t know maybe the boys in the Dead Poets Society were having conversations like that even with their fun lovin’ teacher It’s been years since I saw it I really wish Robin Williams had come and slapped Stephen Dedalus around for a little while somewhere in this book though A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is a perfect example of how I instinctively dislike people who aren’t funny And if you tell me that he actually is funny I say to you that if it takes you longer than 1 minute to explain the joke and at the end of explanation it leaves me with only a vague uneasy feeling it doesn’t count The following passage comes closest to being funny of any passage in the book but still yawn Also note to Joyce “tundish” is not that interesting a word – Wikipedia usually so long winded barely gives it a page “ One difficulty said Stephen in esthetic discussion is to know whether words are being used according to the literary tradition or according to the tradition of the marketplace I remember a sentence of Newman's in which he says of the Blessed Virgin that she was detained in the full company of the saints The use of the word in the marketplace is uite different I hope I am not detaining you“ Not in the least said the dean politely“ No no said Stephen smiling I mean “ Yes yes; I see said the dean uickly I uite catch the point detain“He thrust forward his under jaw and uttered a dry short cough“ To return to the lamp he said the feeding of it is also a nice problem You must choose the pure oil and you must be careful when you pour it in not to overflow it not to pour in than the funnel can hold“ What funnel? asked Stephen“ The funnel through which you pour the oil into your lamp“ That? said Stephen Is that called a funnel? Is it not a tundish?“ What is a tundish?“ That The funnel“ Is that called a tundish in Ireland? asked the dean I never heard the word in my life“ It is called a tundish in Lower Drumcondra said Stephen laughing where they speak the best English“ A tundish said the dean reflectively That is a most interesting word I must look that word up Upon my word I must” I kind of want to see Holden Caulfield and Stephen Dedalus cage fight or at least hear Holden talk for a little while about what a phony good ol’ Dedalus isI did not hate this book as much as I thought I would to be uite honest A lot of readers that I have great respect for have told me this book is completely unbearable and Virginia Woolf is so persuasively critical of Joyce in her Writer’s Diary I don’t know about unbearable It has mostly unbearable parts but a couple of bearable boogey man Catholic Church parts I can handle the dramatic conversion chapter but mostly Stephen is such a pipsueak This book fails to be transcendent in my opinion By that I mean that I believe it does try to be timeless – and fails I know the counterargument is that it is documenting a specific time and culture I get that So are The Iliad Macbeth and Pride and Prejudice though and they are still fun or tragic and reflective of some basic humanity Things happen in them A Portrait of the Artist if it is reflective of anything is reflective of self absorbed young men and that is a culture I find it impossible to be patient with Sorry guys I want to “accidentally” spill things on your record collections and replace your hair gel with Nair I think we should go our separate ways Goodreaders I do not forbid you from reading this book as it is unuestionably influential but I do warn you that if you are bothered by the use of the word “moocow” in the first sentence you may not like the rest Also don’t listen to the audio version The reader is a slow talking simpery voiced Joycian I’m sure he’s a veryniceperson and I apologize if I have been scathing So that you are not left with the impression that I “hate everything” which I have been criticized for in the past and to end on a positive note I leave you with a summary of the things mentioned in this review that I love Tennyson Byron lamp Virginia Woolf Holden Caulfield The Iliad Macbeth and Pride and Prejudice Things I love also include but are not limited to baby animals ice cream Dr Seuss and the Velvet Underground if you want to know

  9. Kalliope Kalliope says:

    And there he was following the alleys away from his original filial shell searching where the way would take him and there were icons on the walls Icons of guilt icons of duty Some promised a reality beyond those grey walls announcing that there would be light – but still imagined Some pretended a glorious past and a glorious and heroic future for the community an imaginary polity Captivating nets of restricting nationalism coined discourses and gelled devotions He took the turn of one of those alleys and enjoyed the walk but it left nothing but pleasureless pleasure in his soul They were dancing paths that entangled him and He took a side turn again after that promising light But he was just getting into darker caves of fear where guilt there always was the Minotaur of sin lurking on each of those barren and sordid alleyways The Order the militant Order Fleeing and escaping not yet flying but led by the force of hope a dizzy hope He met other ghosts in those alleys but they were not real than the iconsSome white shone Pearl white A feather as small as a word The fascination led him to other feathers that seemed to mark the way out of the trapping Labyrinth of stilted ideas But one has to be careful with words They can embody banality Or emptiness He knew the words of prayer the words of nationalism Words had also brought sorrow to that first martyr Stephanos the saint from the classical lands of ancient Greece He was punished for his speech his utterances Words exchanged for stones evil stones words of evil and stones of god Words of godBut those feathers did the sweet Guardian Angel drop them? Or was it the heroic Attican figure with Apollonian wings?For those feathers of beauty grouped into systems of calming order They formed an ordered and powerful structure the syntax of thought They led the way clustering into meshes that winged the thoughts Inventions could now fly The wings of text wings of writing wings of beauty could help the soul glide awayDiving upward dropping the weight of morality into eternal StasisIn free pursuit of liberating aesthetics in all its splendour with Integritas Consonantia and Claritas – Wholeness Harmony and Radiance Added 5th August 2014I am now rereading the Odyssey in preparation for Ulysses and the expression winged words springs up in Homer's text so suitable for Daedalus and the young Joyce Words are also compared to arrows in Homer's

  10. Shine Sebastian Shine Sebastian says:

    Words art lifeLife art wordsBEAUTIFUL James Joyce what a masterful writerThis book is insightful poetic artistic and profound It is if I may say so a tour de force of wisdom and language I will try to make this review not ridiculously long but as you can imagine when a book is this good there is no way you can write a short review and be satisfied So let's take a look at Joyce's brilliance1 Language Joyce's language is fresh and uniue his techniues and style a touch of sheer geniusThe sentences especially descriptive ones are so expressive and vivid so that the images and scenes are felt so strongly and clearly oozing out of the pages The rain had drawn off; and amid the moving vapours from point to point of light the city was spinning about herself a soft cocoon of yellowish haze Heaven was still and faintly luminous and the air sweet to breathe as in a thicket drenched with showers; and amid peace and shimmering lights and uiet fragrance he made a covenant with his heartThe music passed in an instant as the first bars of sudden music always did over the fantastic fabrics of his mind dissolving them painlessly and noicelessly as a sudden wave dissolves the sand built turrets of childrenthese are a few examples of the sweet poetic beauty of the writing So colourful and soothing2 Profoundness Wisdom and Knowledge The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord Words Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade hue after hue sunrise gold the russet and green of apple orchards azure of waves the grey fringed fleece of clouds No it was not their colours it was the poise and balance of the period itself Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language many coloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?To live to err to fall to triumph to recreate life out of lifeThe soul is born he said vaguely first in those moments I told you of It has a slow and dark birth mysterious than the birth of bodyPity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret causeThe esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination The mystery of esthetic like that of material creation is accomplished The artist like the God of creation remains within or behind or beyound or above his handiwork invisible refined out of existence indifferent paring his fingernailsI imagine Stephen said that there is a malevolent reality behind those things I say I fear The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future Makes me think of this uote Word after a word after a word is power These uestions are very profound Mr Dedalus said the dean It is like looking down from the cliffs of Moher into the depths Many go down into the depths and never come up Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and explore them and come to the surface again This is the birth growth and rebirth of a fascinating soul An artist's soul desperately in want of freedom to express itself wholely and freely its journey its waking Stephen Dedalus goes down into the dark bottomless depths of his soul's secrets his hidden and silent conciousness in repose his true being and like his ancient father the old brilliant artificer Daedalus he uses the mighty wings of language and imagination and reason to emerge anew a surging new life an ARTIST To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and having understood it to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express to press out again from the gross earth or what it brings forth from sound and shape and colour which arethe prison gates of our soul an image of the beauty we have come to understand that is art Man

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