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Manfred: A dramatic poem is a closet drama written in 1816–1817 by Lord Byron. It contains supernatural elements, in keeping …
The Decameron (; Italian: Decameron [deˈkaːmeron, dekameˈrɔn, -ˈron] or Decamerone [dekameˈroːne]), subtitled Prince Galehaut (Old …
A lengthy tribute from the storyteller to his mistress, Fiction. It's weirdness is fit for its purpose. Its betrayal of the society's cruelty and misogyny is inevitable, almost a necessity.
It is weird, and thereby generations of us project our own experiences and imagination onto its weirdness, and thereby we're moulded by our own storytelling and vice versa.
Virginia Woolf’s novel chronicles a day in the life of Clarissa Dalloway, a politician’s wife in 1920s London, as she …
In Island, his last novel, Huxley transports us to a Pacific island where, for 120 years, an ideal society has …
What if imagination and art are not, as many of us might think, the frosting …
This book was self-congruent: it was a passionate account of human's passion for creation -- art, science, and the self as a person. May wrote about the mind's sense of beauty. Out of many possible forms, dimly seen and partially explored unconsciously, people in creative activity tend to select the one that may not be the most useful or correct, but the most beautiful. This heightened sense of beauty is associated with anxiety, a shaking-up of memories and thought patterns. We can certainly feel that May, while composing the essays in this book, surely was gripped by this beauty and anxiety. He didn't claim that his narrative or "theory" was the closest to a "correct" one. All he said was that it was the one that completed the puzzle beautifully.
As is with all works of creation, the book reflected the limitations of its time and also the tendency to …
This book was self-congruent: it was a passionate account of human's passion for creation -- art, science, and the self as a person. May wrote about the mind's sense of beauty. Out of many possible forms, dimly seen and partially explored unconsciously, people in creative activity tend to select the one that may not be the most useful or correct, but the most beautiful. This heightened sense of beauty is associated with anxiety, a shaking-up of memories and thought patterns. We can certainly feel that May, while composing the essays in this book, surely was gripped by this beauty and anxiety. He didn't claim that his narrative or "theory" was the closest to a "correct" one. All he said was that it was the one that completed the puzzle beautifully.
As is with all works of creation, the book reflected the limitations of its time and also the tendency to seek breakthrough from them. At the same time, we visit obsolete phrasings and conceptions (e.g. "Lesbian phase" as a label for gender and sexual exploration, Rorschach test perceived as a valid tool, etc.), while encountering timeless insights.
We may as well re-title this compilation using May's own favourite wording: "The Myth of Creating".
Personal experiences and perspectives: Experiences in communication -- My philosophy of interpersonal relationships and how it grew -- In retrospect: …
Virginia Woolf, V WOOLF, Virgina Woolf: Orlando (2016, Penguin Random House)
In her most exuberant, most fanciful novel, Woolf has created a character liberated from the restraints of time and sex. …
