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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. Art-speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day. And that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today. The young Cambridge group, the group that stood for "freedom" and flannel trousers and flannel shirts open at the neck, and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy, and a whispering, murmuring, sort of voice, and an ultra-sensitive sort of manner. Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved. When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language. Never trust the teller. Trust the tale. Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit? While we live, let us live. One realm we have never conquered: the pure present. I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges and scrub the floor. In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade. Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot. It is our business to go as we are impelled. The mind can assert anything, and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept. What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them. The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them. You have striven so hard, and so long, to compel life. Can't you now slowly change, and let life slowly drift into you ... let the invisible life steal into you and slowly possess you. I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges or scrub the floor. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself. Love is. the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. I never knew how soothing trees are—many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being. |