Quotes by and posts relating to one of the most influential authors of the 20th century, G.K. Chesterton
A blog dedicated to providing quotes by and posts relating to one of the most influential (and quotable!) authors of the twentieth century, G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936). If you do not know much about GKC, I suggest visiting the webpage of the American Chesterton Society as well as this wonderful Chesterton Facebook Page by a fellow Chestertonian
A book I published containing 112 pieces Chesterton wrote for the newspaper "The Speaker" at the beginning of his career.
They are also available for free electronically on another blog of mine here, if you wish to read them that way.
Monday, May 13, 2013
It is one thing to swallow the new art and another thing merely to swallow the new art criticism. And as a rule, I fancy, it is rather easier to find new art criticism than new art. What I mean by the new art criticism is a sort of metaphysics which involves not only mysticism but prophecy. It is an anticipation of the artistic forms that could be produced; an indignant challenge as to why they should not be produced; a solemn warning of the fate of the blind and belated who shall be found among their persecutors when they are produced. The only thing it does not do is to produce them...Suppose a man says: “Why am I not free to produce a sublime architectural
effect with thirty-seven butter-tubs, three gas pipes, and a packing
case? Why should I not make beauty out of these?” There seems to be no
answer except to say, “Why not, indeed?”
If he will produce sublime architecture out of them, I shall not
complain of the sublimity. If he will make beauty from them, I shall not
condemn them for contriving to be beautiful…. My attitude toward the
experiment may be described as one of patient expectancy—of hope not
unmingled with doubt. I am waiting for the moment when the pagoda of
tubs shall strike my soul like a thunderbolt out of the sky; when I
shall stagger with admiration at some perfect poise and balance of pipes
and packing-cases which I had never foreseen even in my dreams. I say
nothing of that inspiring moment of my life, except that it has not yet
come. And in the same way, the conundrum of the workshops, as propounded concerning poetry or paining, seems to be simply a riddle which is not, in fact, accompanied with an answer.