It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
All along we find that social life – religion, politics, art – reflects the stages reached in the development of the knowledge of self; it shows the social uses made of this knowledge.
Our individual lives cannot, generally, be works of art unless the social order is also.
Every man lives in two realms: the internal and the external. The internal is that realm of spiritual ends expressed in art, literature, morals, and religion. The external is that complex of devices, techniques, mechanisms, and instrumentalities by means of which we live.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Personality is everything in art and poetry.
Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.
To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.
I asked someone once why he liked Jean-Michel’s work and why it was being singled out for acclaim, and he said, ‘Because it looks like art.’ But then again, art doesn’t always look like art at first. The way the space shuttle that lifts off doesn’t much resemble the space shuttle as it lands.
Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin – find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.