'Tis not need we know our every thought Or see the work shop where each mask is wrought Wherefrom we view the world of box and pit, Careless of wear, just so the mask shall fit And serve our jape's turn for a night or two.
'Tis not need we know our every thought Or see the work shop where each mask is wrought Wherefrom we view the world of box and pit, Careless of wear, just so the mask shall fit And serve our jape's turn for a night or two.
The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth to disentangle ''promise'' from achievement to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories