Monday, April 16, 2012

Happy Birthday Henry James !

Henry James
Yesterday was the the birthday of an American-born writer Henry James, regarded as one of the key figures of 19th-century literary realism. Henry James (15 April 1843 – 28 February 1916) is primarily known for the series of novels in which he portrays the encounter of Americans with Europe and Europeans. His method of writing from the point of view of a character within a tale allows him to explore issues related to consciousness and perception, and his style in later works has been compared to impressionist painting. James contributed significantly to literary criticism, particularly in his insistence that writers be allowed the greatest possible freedom in presenting their view of the world. Presenting a poem and some Quotations : Being Poet

This Curse


He sits in his room
Startled by what he sees
Not knowing what to think
Not knowing what to believe

The trembling he feels
Strickins pain inside
He can't run from his fears
He has no where to hide

'What is this curse
that has fallen on me'
'What did I learn'
What did I see

He knows so little
He suffers so much
He hears every whisper
He feels every touch

Finally he gives in
To whatever he's done
The game still continues
But no one has fun 

Quotations...
''Happy you poets who can be present and so present by a simple flicker of your genius, and not, like the clumsier race, have to lay a train and pile up faggots that may not after prove in the least combustible!''
''The face of nature and civilization in this our country is to a certain point a very sufficient literary field. But it will yield its secrets only to a really grasping imagination.... To write well and worthily of American things one need even more than elsewhere to be a master.''
''He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.''
''We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.''
''In museums and palaces we are alternate radicals and conservatives.''
''There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.''
''To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.''
''Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.''
''She had an unequalled gift ... of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.''
''It is, I think, an indisputable fact that Americans are, as Americans, the most self-conscious people in the world, and the most addicted to the belief that the other nations of the earth are in a conspiracy to under value them.''
''It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.''
''Whatever question there may be of his talent, there can be none, I think, of his genius. It was a slim and crooked one, but it was eminently personal. He was unperfect, unfinished, inartistic; he was worse than provincial—he was parochial.''
''It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.''   
''I am blackly bored when they are at large & at work; but somehow I am still more blackly bored when they are shut up in Holloway & we are deprived of them.''
 ''It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilities it entails is fighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.''    
''It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance ... and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.''
''It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance ... and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.''