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A FRIEND OF GOOD ART IS A FRIEND OF MINE.
"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 mortality 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."
OSCAR WILDE
What Allison Means
You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.
You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.
You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.
You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.
You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.
You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.
At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.
What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?
ONE DAY, SOMEONE WILL SING THIS ABOUT ME...
Hopefully...
(Short skirt, Long jacket... CAKE)
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocation
Who’s fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry, she’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a long jacket
I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a long jacket

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Many of the people I would want to meet lived in another century... not that I have anything against those living right now...

My Blog

Not to fly, says I

Here am I still   Staring at the ground Cast up so high by you The others try to climb To reach the gilded balcony   Their eyes straining up To glimpse what's set aboveHands rais...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 17:48:00 GMT

Eros and Aphrodite

Those arrows stick You know the ones You can't pull them out They're embedded in your skin   Flesh is weeping Tears of scarlet red But your eyes are drained No more salty water...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 17:50:00 GMT

The Other World

Dream I while sleeping But ne'er to find repose   Night is not a sedated comfort It is another world to know As complex, but less familiar There are no limits, no logic Chaos & myst...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 23:56:00 GMT

9 yrs

Nine years leftThe hands swingThe arms reach out It is a testamentTo the ones leftTo the ones to come Never allowedTo be at peaceTo live beyond youth You think it false'Tis no joke'Tis no plea for hel...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 13:56:00 GMT

Widow's Walk

I watch the horizon with a sharp eyeThe lighthouse's glow revolvingIt is the beckoning for your returnThe steady, constant pleaThe winter's wind has not fadedEven with spring's coming, it whipsSlicing...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 13:20:00 GMT

Just The Season

The tempest brews steadilyThe clouds are surely gatheringActions and words are incongruousAnd it bodes not well with nature Very little is asked or impliedJust the least in passing timeBut you play it...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 13:04:00 GMT

Words...

Hurt me with your truthDon't guard me with your liesA flattering tongue does more harmThan the harshest honestyTo find that what is saidHolds no value or weightIs to have your worldDestroyed as you wa...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 13:51:00 GMT

Cruelty in Kindness

Laid to rest Your head and your heart Now just the familiar nostalgia We may not be forever But your absence seems eternal I'm convinced That you would have to lose me To cease you...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 18:02:00 GMT

ill at ease

Let's pretend Like we believe in itJust for the time We have leftWe were almost convincedI've quit hoping sinceThe winter of my discontentHas turned to a spring I'd rather forgetI'm ill at easeUncomfo...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:41:00 GMT

Eyelids

Let me open those eyes againI'll lift up your eyelidsAnd crawl inside your headThere I dwell eitherIn memory or visionThough you do live behind mine Staring into the black mirrorSight is made clear ag...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 16:48:00 GMT