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With Love From A Blue Rock

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“Only an idealist can be a cynic, for unless there is an ideal there is nothing to be cynical about. One does not paint a revolting image of a man and give it a cynical title unless one expects something better than degeneration in a man. Believing that, if God existed, He would have produced a better universe, Shelley took refuge in agnosticism. Yet the Christian holds that it was God who gave Shelley his notion of worth. One has yet to see an agnostic horse or a cynical cow. (From The Arts and the Christian Imagination : Essays on Art, Literature, and Aesthetics)”

“در مقطعی در تاریخ مدرن، به نظر عده ی زیادی چنین آمد که حافظه و سنت صرفا بارهایی اضافه هستند که باید زمینشان بگذاریم و خودمان را از شرّشان خلاص کنیم. آن فجایع اجتماعی که در این قرن بر سر نوع بشر آمد، مددکارش هنری بود که ستایشگر بی سابقگی، تغییر مداوم، بی مسئولیتی، و آوانگاردیسمی بود که همه ی سنت های پیشین را به سخره می گرفت و به مصرف کنندگان و تماشاچیان در گالری ها و در تئاترها پوزخند می زد، و از به حیرت انداختن خواننده به جای پاسخ دادن به سؤالاتی که جان خوانندگان را عذاب می دادند، به وجد می آمد. مهم نیست که رژیم های توتالیتری که در همین دوران به حاکمیت رسیدند ادبیات آوانگارد را منحط می دانستند و رد می کردند؛ مسئله ی اساسی این بود که آن ها هم همان نگاه تحقیرآمیز آوانگاردها را به سنت و ارزش های سنتی، به حافظه و خاطره ی اصیل نوع بشر داشتند، و بعد تلاش می کردند حافظه ای جعلی و ارزش هایی کاذب به ادبیات تحمیل کنند.”

“It had been a good day. Most days were - if you set the intention for goodness. Fen held intention in high esteem. That was the role of the artist, after all: to see the world not only as it was, but as it could be. An empty stage . . . could become a forest inhabited by nine-headed birds and wise goats able to tell truth from lies. A canvas could become a lake, moony with magic toads, or a sky tangled with dragons. Surely, a day was the same. A blank page to fill with whatever made the imagination buzz. So yes, she _could_ have taken today as simply another long stretch of aching hours giving tours to sticky-fingered schoolchildren with short-tempered teachers. But what was the fun in that? No - today, she had led small, growing minds through a labyrinth of sounds and sights. She had planted tiny pipe organs in their chests that would oompah-pah in their dreams.”