"genus irritable": #Life #sculpture, mine is in the foreground, Ted's is behind. This class requires much more heavy lifting than I bargained in. And there is a lot of measuring too. I'm so glad I have my healthy son there to help me and keep my sense of humor! #artistlife #sculpting #fromlife

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

#Life #sculpture, mine is in the foreground, Ted's is behind. This class requires much more heavy lifting than I bargained in. And there is a lot of measuring too. I'm so glad I have my healthy son there to help me and keep my sense of humor! #artistlife #sculpting #fromlife

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". . . That poets (using the word comprehensively, as including artists in general) are a genus irritable, is well understood. . . An artist is an artist only by dint of his exquisite sense of Beauty — a sense affording him rapturous enjoyment, but at the same time implying or involving, an equally exquisite sense of Deformity, of disproportion. Thus a wrong — an injustice — done a poet who is really a poet, excites him to a degree which, to ordinary apprehension, appears disproportionate with the wrong. Poets see injustice never where it does not exist — but very often where the unpoetical see no injustice whatever. Thus the poetical irritability has no reference to ‘temper’ in the vulgar sense, but merely to a more than usual clear-sightedness in respect to wrong: — this clear-sightedness being nothing more than a corollary from the vivid perceptions of right — of justice — of proportion. . . But one thing is clear — that the man who is not ‘irritable’ (to the ordinary apprehension), is no poet.” ~Edgar Allan Poe