In society you have this figure in a bridal company, where a choir of white-robed maidens give the charm of living statues; in a funeral procession, where all wear black; in a regiment of soldiers in uniform. Eternal laws are very well, which admit no violation,--but so extreme were the times and manners of mankind, that you must admit miracles, for the times constituted a case. Poverty, frost, famine, disease, debt, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to common sense. Their value to the intellect appears only when I hear their meaning made plain in the spiritual truth they cover. The painter of this work asserts that all his imaginations appear to him infinitely more perfect and more minutely organized than anything seen by his mortal eye. Walking, working or talking, the sole question is how many strokes are drawn quite through from matter to spirit; for whenever you enunciate a natural law you discover that you have enunciated a law of the mind.
Is not poetry the little chamber in the brain where is generated the explosive force which, by gentle shocks, sets in action the intellectual world? In the presence and conversation of a true poet, teeming with images to express his enlarging thought, his person, his form, grows larger to our fascinated eyes. As a being whom we have called into life by magic arts, as soon as it has received existence acts independently of the master's impulse, so the poet creates his persons, and then watches and relates what they do and say. To know the merit of Shakspeare, read Faust. Men are imaginative, but not overpowered by it to the extent of confounding its suggestions with external facts. The poet who plays with it with most boldness best justifies himself; is most profound and most devout. The egotism, the wit, is calculated. That is the form which itself puts on.
And so throughout; the poet affirms the laws, prose busies itself with exceptions,-- with the local and individual. In good society, nay, among the angels in heaven, is not everything spoken in fine parable, and not so servilely as it befell to the sense? The lights falling on it and the wind moving. Passion adds eyes; is a magnifying-glass. A small, well- worn, sprucely brushed vocabulary serves him. I watch as shadows gather in miasma up the street.
Yet we will leave to the masters their own forms. On the contrary, it strengthens your creative abilities, and is a great tool for recreating and remodeling your world and life. Visualizing an object or a situation, and repeating often this mental image, attracts the object or situation we visualize into our lives. There is one animal, one plant, one matter and one force. The restraining grace of common sense is the mark of all the valid minds, --of Æsop, Aristotle, Alfred, Luther, Shakspeare, Cervantes,Franklin, Napoleon. Chastity, they admit, is very well,--but then think of Mirabeau's passion and temperament! Although intangible, I feel my breath dance along my skin. Homer, Milton, Hafiz, Herbert, Swedenborg, Wordsworth, are heartily enamoured of their sweet thoughts.
So don't mess with him, man, cause he don't bluff. All writings must be in a degree exoteric written to a human should or would, instead of to the fatal is: this holds even of the bravest and sincerest writers. It is like the new virtue shown in some unprized old property, as when a boy finds that his pocket-knife will attract steel filings and take up a needle; or when the old horse-block in the yard is found to be a Torso Hercules of the Phidian age. On the stage, the farce is commonly far better given than the tragedy, as the stock actors understand the farce, and do not understand the tragedy. In fact he is the forerunner of the aesthetic movement and this aspect move him away to the romantic movement. I think the use or value of poetry to be the suggestion it affords of the flux or fugaciousness of the poet. The selection of the image is no more arbitrary than the power and significance of the image.
Power of generalizing differences men. Such was an approach that was characterized with too much praise of nature and beauty. The intellect acts on these brute reports, and obtains from them results which are the essence or intellectual form of the experiences. » » Imagination Imagination Poems Imagination Poems. He wants to know about all kinds of things-ancient history, nineteenth century mathematics, current manufacturing techniques, hog futures. We too shall know how to take up all this industry and empire, this Western civilization, into thought, as easily as men did when arts were few; but not by holding it high, but by holding it low. Poet is everything and nothing ,has no character.
So hopeless is the world without; The world within I doubly prize; Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt, And cold suspicion never rise; Where thou, and I, and Liberty, Have undisputed sovereignty. And whisper, with a voice divine, Of real worlds, as bright as thine. It has its own polarity. For some people it is easier to see mental pictures, others find it easier to imagine a feeling, and some are more comfortable imagining the sensation of one of the five senses. Imaginative minds cling to their images, and do not wish them rashly rendered into prose reality, as children resent your showing them that their doll Cinderella is nothing but pine wood and rags; and my young scholar does not wish to know what the leopard, the wolf, or Lucia, signify in Dante's Inferno, but prefers to keep their veils on.
Human emotions are pushed to the limit in combat stories and poets do not hesitate to get the most out of them. Eyes now glazed with perspective given to them by experience and time. It is even much to name them, Thus Thomson's Seasons and the best parts of many old and many new poets are simply enumerations by a person who felt the beauty of the common sights and sounds, without any attempt to draw a moral or affix a meaning. The chemistry of this is the chemistry of that. People are always telling me I do.
There is no subject that does not belong to him, politics, economy, manufactures and stock-brokerage, as much as sunsets and souls; only, these things, placed in their true order, are poetry; displaced, or put in kitchen order, they are unpoetic. Your condition, your employment, is the fable of you. Every healthy mind is a true Alexander or Sesostris, building a universal monarchy. Poet need to negative capability: in fact poet must deny his rational filter to identify himself with the object which is the source of his inspiration and the place where Truth resides. I find or fancy more true poetry, the love of the vast and the ideal, in the Welsh and bardic fragments of Taliessin and his successors, than in many volumes of British Classics. Fancy amuses; imagination expands and exalts us.